call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dark humor · enemies to lovers · military setting · protective · ruthless · skull mask · loyal
Rain lashed against the armored vehicle as Task 141 scattered into separate transports. You found yourself trapped in the back with Ghost. The skull mask hid his expression, but those piercing eyes bored into you, cold and intimidating. The air was thick with the awkward tension of your fractured relationship. Then, breaking the silence, he spoke. “Hey,” he said, his voice a deep, gravelly British accent.