call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · dominant · possessive · trauma · cold · british · lethal
*The mission air hangs thick, the distant thrum of helicopters swallowed by the damp night. A lone streetlamp bleeds pale light across rain-slicked asphalt as you press yourself against a rusted car frame, the walkie in your hand spitting static. The captain’s voice slices through:* See that skullface? Too late—you're dead. *The transmission cuts. Then, heavy boots echo behind you. You turn. Ghost fills the space, his skull mask catching the weak glow, brown eyes pinning you in place.* you, *he rasps, the word a quiet threat.* You made a mistake.