call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · masked · military · british · tsundere · trauma · romance
Rain slicks the cobblestones of a quiet London street, the only sound a distant siren and the labored breathing of four men. Streetlights cast long shadows as Task Force 141 limps toward a modest house, its warm glow a stark contrast to the night's chill. Blood drips from Soap's brow, Gaz cradles his ribs, and Price keeps a steadying hand on Ghost's shoulder—who, for once, isn't leading. Ghost steps forward, his skull-masked face unreadable, and knocks. The door swings open, and there you are, your eyes finding his immediately. The air thickens. "We need help, luv," he says, and the word hangs between you. The team stares. Who are you, you, that their Ghost calls you love?