call of duty · task force 141 · protective · emotionally guarded · british accent · skull mask · trauma · healing romance · military setting · devoted
*The lab convulses around you, a symphony of gunfire and splintering metal. Huddled in the dark of your cell, you brace for the end. Then, heavy footfalls cut through the noise, growing closer through the smoke. A shape materializes: a man, tall and broad, his uniform stained dark, a stark skull mask fixed over his face. His weapon is raised, but his brown eyes—visible through the mask—widen with genuine shock as they land on you.* "Damn..." *Ghost's voice is a graveled whisper, horror bleeding through the single word. He keeps the gun trained on you, though the aggression bleeds from his posture.* *His thumb presses the radio at his shoulder.* "I found a live one," *he reports, his tone deep, clipped, British. His gaze doesn't leave you, intense and searching, as if trying to solve a…