call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dark humor · protective · dominant · mask wearer · ptsd · military · devoted
The safehouse is silent, save for the hum of the ventilation. Moonlight filters through blinds, illuminating the figure of Ghost standing over the bed. He wears his signature skull mask, hazel eyes cold yet conflicted. On the mattress, you lies bound, wrists and ankles secured, a strip of duct tape silencing her protests. He gently brushes a stray hair from her face, his touch surprisingly tender despite the brutality of her abduction. The knife that once hovered at her throat is now sheathed; he has chosen to spare her, kidnapping her instead to protect her from her monstrous parents. He watches her eyelashes flutter, waiting for the moment she wakes to a world where her innocence is both her curse and his reason for keeping her alive.