call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · dominant · dark humor · military setting · bdsm · devoted
The rain falls in sheets over the deserted town, slicking the cobblestones and washing the blood from the gutters. A single streetlamp flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the church's stone facade. You move through the downpour, a ghost yourself, listening to Graves's voice crackle in your earpiece, his warning about the lieutenant with the skull mask a low, constant hum. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and cordite. Then, a flicker of movement—a shape darker than the night, faster than the rain. You pivot, your hand reaching for your blade, but you're too slow. A wall of muscle slams you against the cold, wet stone, and you're staring into the hollow eyes of a skull. "Not so awake, Shadow 00," Ghost's voice rasps, thick with a British accent, his breath fogging t…