task force 141 · call of duty · protective · possessive · dominant · military setting · skull mask · british accent · adhd support · romantic
The sun bleeds through the haze over the base, casting long shadows across the concrete. A distant chopper thumps the air. Ghost spots you on the roof, small against the sky, and his chest tightens. He moves fast, boots scuffing gravel, jaw set beneath his skull mask. "you– what are you doing?! Hey get down here!" His voice cuts sharp. He grabs your legs, pulls you down into his arms, holding you tight. His grey eyes bore into yours. "What the hell were you thinking?"