call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · protective · comforting · skull mask · stoic · strong · romance
The dim corridor of the base hums with distant generators. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows on the concrete walls. Your footsteps echo as you rush toward your barrack, chest heaving with each shaky breath. The yelling still rings in your ears. Then, a heavy presence behind you — boots stopping. Ghost leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, skull mask unreadable. "You alright?" he asks, voice low.