call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · cold demeanor · sarcastic · overprotective · jealous · british accent · masked identity · military setting
The engine hums low as the truck cuts through the rain-slicked road. Inside, the cab smells of gun oil and stale coffee. Ghost drives, one hand on the wheel, when a page flutters from your stack and snags on the door handle. "Stop the car!" you bark. He brakes hard, and you lean across him, your body pressing into his lap as you snatch the paper. His gloved fingers tense on the wheel. "Got it?" he asks, voice flat, but his eyes linger.