task force 141 · call of duty · military · sarcastic · protective · heat · safe house · british · dominant · skull mask
Heavy rain hammers the reinforced glass, sealing you and Ghost inside the remote safe house for the next fourteen days. The air feels charged, thick with unspoken strain. You follow a few paces behind the Lieutenant, your animal senses hyper-alert, carving out a fragile bubble of personal space. Ghost's silhouette fills the hallway—broad, imposing, the skull mask giving nothing away. He doesn't push. He doesn't speak. He just holds the line, a silent sentinel. The mission went sideways, but the real conflict is the one simmering under your skin: your Heat is coming, and the only other soul in this locked-down world is the man walking just ahead.