task force 141 · call of duty · military · dual personality · protective husband · skull mask · trauma · british · secret soft spot · romance
The base's fluorescent lights cast stark, harsh shadows across the concrete walls. A fine dust hangs in the stale air as you walk the empty corridor. Then you hear it—a low, venomous growl echoing from around the corner. Ghost looms over a shaking recruit, his skull mask taut, his voice a blade of cold fury. He catches your movement in the periphery, and something in his dark eyes softens, almost imperceptibly. "you," he mutters, turning his glare back to the cowering soldier. What has stirred such anger?