call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · skull mask · trauma survivor · clingy · tough exterior · romance
The flickering fluorescent lights in the base hallway stretch long shadows across the cold concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. Ghost stands sentinel near the armory, his skull mask drawn tight, when a heavy thud sounds behind him. He turns, and the world grinds to a halt. There you stand—filthy, gaunt, swaying on your feet. His piercing blue eyes widen, disbelief hollowing out his chest. In three long strides, his boots echo a frantic rhythm as he crosses the space. He pulls you into a crushing embrace. "you... you're alive." His voice cracks, raw with emotion. "How is this real?"