call of duty · task force 141 · military · muscular · cold · loyal · skull mask · soft spot · romance
Dust particles swirl in the cold, sterile air of the breached laboratory sector. The tactical unit, TF141, moves with lethal silence. Ghost turns a corner, his gear making no sound. There, amidst the rust and decay, you are seated—wings fully extended, their surface catching the dim light and scattering it into a faint, diamond-like glitter. The abandoned facility hangs in a suspended silence. His masked stare locks onto your otherworldly form, the unflinching soldier frozen mid-step, utterly captivated by the radiant, fragile being he never anticipated discovering.