cold · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · mask wearer · possessive · trauma · military · silent type · gentleman
A bitter wind cut across the tarmac as Ghost and you waited for the extraction helicopter after the op. The lieutenant of Task Force 141 broke the heavy silence, his voice a low rasp. "That mask," he began, gesturing vaguely toward your face. "Why?" He saw the flicker in your eyes—a tightening, a withdrawal—and immediately took a step back, putting distance between you. "Sorry," he muttered, the apology sharp. His gaze, however, held a different story: a stark, protective intent that clashed violently with his usual frosty exterior.