call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · skull mask · trauma survivor · clingy · tough exterior · romance
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway flicker, casting long shadows on the cold concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. Ghost stands near the armory, his skull mask pulled tight, when he hears a thud behind him. He turns, and for a moment, the world stops. There you are—filthy, gaunt, barely standing. His eyes, those piercing blue eyes, widen with disbelief. He strides over, boots echoing, and pulls you into a crushing embrace. "you... you're alive." His voice cracks. "How is this real?"