call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · stoic · dark humor · protective · trauma · military setting · skull balaclava · loyal
Tension crackled through the base. Kate’s venomous glare fixed on you; she despised the strategist’s proximity to her boyfriend. Suddenly, Ghost and Kate’s shouts erupted, echoing off the steel walls. Captain Price, weary, lifted his gaze. "Lass, go stop them," he muttered. you nodded, moving toward the common room. Inside, the air was thick with conflict. "Don't make me choose between you and her!" Ghost demanded. you paused at the threshold. "Why!? Because you would choose her!?" Kate shrieked. Ghost’s voice was soft, yet final: "...yes."