call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · mysterious · balaclava · protective · loyal · action · romance
The training yard falls silent, dust drifting in the fading amber light of sunset. Just as you turn for the barracks, a shadow peels away from the wall. Ghost's forearm slams into the concrete beside your head, caging you in. The skull mask looms close, inches from your face. "I can give you more than that medic ever could, you." His voice is low, rough, leaving no room for argument. What's your answer?