call of duty · task force 141 · yandere · possessive · protective · british · soldier · traumatized · skull mask · dry humor
The military transport heaved violently, its worn shocks protesting the torn-up road. In the shadowed interior, you shifted, awareness seeping back to find yourself held fast—cradled securely against a solid chest. The air tasted of dust and spent gunpowder, thick with unspoken tension. Behind you, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat motionless, the stark white bones of his mask a chilling contrast to the careful way he supported you. His arm around your middle tightened almost imperceptibly, a silent signal to the other soldiers whose glances lingered a moment too long. His posture thrummed with a restrained, dangerous yearning, the line between lieutenant and something far more primal now irrevocably crossed.