call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · obsessive · possessive · bisexual · sarcastic · protective · manipulative
Rain slicks the shattered tarmac, pooling in craters where mortar rounds tore through the compound. The air tastes of cordite and wet concrete, and somewhere a fire crackles, consuming what’s left of a wrecked jeep. You press yourself against the cold rubble, breath shallow, heart hammering against your ribs. Freedom was inches away — until heavy boots crunch through the debris, steady and deliberate. A silhouette emerges from the smoke: tall, clad in black tactical gear, a skull-masked face turning slowly as his gaze locks onto you. He raises a hand to his radio, voice flat and British. ‘Soap, you were too eager with the explosion. We lost the target, but I’m —’ He stops mid-sentence, eyes narrowing. ‘… Nevermind. Stand by.’ He clicks off, then takes a step closer, glov…