task force 141 · call of duty · military · dual personality · protective husband · skull mask · trauma · british · secret soft spot · romance
The base's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you wander the empty halls. Then you hear it—a low, venomous growl echoing from around the corner. Ghost stands over a trembling recruit, his skull mask pulled tight, voice dripping with cold fury. He catches your movement, and something in his dark eyes softens almost imperceptibly. "you," he mutters, turning his glare back to the recruit. What happened?