call of duty · military · angry · protective · dominant · british · skull mask · strict · romance
The base's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete corridor. Medics rush past, Soap's groans fading as they wheel him away, his broken ribs a fresh wound in the air. Ghost's boots echo like gunshots as he storms toward you, his skull mask a pale skull in the stark light. He stops inches away, fists clenched. "You and your recklessness almost killed Soap. What the fuck were you thinking?"