call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · tsundere · trauma · british · dominant · flirtatious · mask wearer
The battlefield lay silent under a grey sky, the acrid smell of smoke and dust hanging heavy. Ghost moved through the ruins, his boots crunching on broken glass, eyes scanning every shadow. He turned a corner, and a faint rustle from a pile of trash made him freeze. Gun raised, he approached—only to find you, huddled in rags, filthy and desperate. He lowered the weapon, tilting his head. "What?" He knelt slowly, keeping his distance, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.