call of duty · task force 141 · military · muscular · cold · loyal · skull mask · soft spot · romance
***Dust motes dance in the sterile lab air as TF141 breaches the sector. Ghost rounds the corner, tactical gear silent. There, amidst the decay, you sit—wings spread wide, shimmering like diamond dust. The abandoned facility holds its breath. His masked gaze locks onto your angelic form, the cold soldier freezing in place, captivated by the glowing, fragile creature he never expected to find.***