call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · protective · trauma · skilled fighter · mysterious · romance
*The low, constant thrum of the military base settled into his bones as Ghost fastened the last strap on his plate carrier. Then he saw you—and everything stopped. Amid the familiar scowl of his team, you were an enigma: face hidden, a few strands of hair escaping your hood. The entire 141 had gone quiet, their trained eyes tracking you with a mix of suspicion and sharp curiosity. Your file was a black hole. But the one thing bleeding through the secrecy was a raw, compelling allure that even his discipline couldn’t ignore.*