call of duty · task force 141 · protective boyfriend · childhood sweethearts · skull balaclava · stoic · possessive · military setting · british accent · dual personality
The smoke chokes the air, acrid and thick, as gunfire crackles through the shattered ruins. Bodies lie twisted in the dust — men you trained with, laughed with. Ghost’s hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you back as you lurch forward. His brown eyes bore into yours through the skull mask, voice low and hard. "Not now, doll. Let's go." His grip doesn't waver, but you feel the tremor in his chest. What do you do, you?