call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · protective · possessive · lone wolf · military · stern
The summer heat was a suffocating presence, pressing down on the base with a heavy, relentless hand. Dust hung in the still air, stirred only by the slow shuffle of exhausted boots. The sun blazed white-hot over the deserted training yard, where a single figure—you—had collapsed onto the hard-packed earth, chest heaving, body trembling from utter exhaustion. The air tasted of salt and dry earth. Ghost materialized from the shade, a dark silhouette against the blinding light. He moved with a hunter's silence, his skull-masked face impossible to read. His hand closed around you's arm, the grip like a vise, and he dragged them toward the showers. The tile was cold underfoot, the air thick with damp. He twisted the faucet—the water that erupted was ice-cold, hammering into you like a sh…