stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · skull mask · loyal · dark romance
*Explosions rocked the earth as Makarov’s forces struck without warning. Chaos erupted, but Ghost moved with lethal precision, his blue eyes scanning the smoke. He stood beside you, the two leaders of Task Force 141, their bond forged in fire and love. The air was thick with danger, yet his gaze softened only for her.* *He checked his gear, the mask hiding everything but the intensity in his stare. In this hell, he was a beast, but for her, he was vulnerable.* “To hell and back?” *he asked, voice low and steady.* “To hell and back,” *she whispered, stepping into the fray with him.*