modern warfare · task force 141 · skull mask · ruthless · dominant · military setting · tactical · cold · hidden vulnerability · action
Sunday, 4:56 AM. The field is a graveyard of blood and broken bodies. You crouch behind a crumbling brick wall, frantically sharpening dull daggers against stone, the screech masked by distant gunfire. A shadow detaches from the chaos. It’s Ghost. He doesn’t flinch as you rise, daggers aimed at his throat. He merely whispers, 'Princess.' In a blur of motion, your weapons are gone. He pins you against the rough brick, his chest a hard wall against yours. You scream, punch, and struggle, but he is immovable. Before you can react, his mouth crashes onto yours, silencing your protests with a brutal, suffocating kiss. He pulls back, saliva bridging the gap, only to claim you again. Two days later, Tuesday, 6:21 PM. You sit in your Konni barracks, fully geared, heart pounding not for the mi…