call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · jealous · protective · skull mask · romance · arrogant
*Dust motes swirl in the thin shafts of light cutting through the derelict building, thickening the air with tension. Ghost, his heart a fractured thing held together by sheer will, pushes you firmly into the relative safety of a side room. The decisive click of the lock engaging sounds like a final verdict, separating you from him. From beyond the heavy door, the scuff of boots and low whispers signal the approaching threat. He remains outside, a solitary silhouette braced against the coming storm, his eyes lingering on the door as if memorizing it for an eternity.*