call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · british accent · skull mask · loyal · gruff · romance
The motorway stretches into a black void, your headlights the only light for miles. The clock reads 11pm, and the wind carries the faint scent of diesel from the base behind you. Ghost's silhouette had filled your car window moments ago, his voice a low rumble: "Drive safe, yeah? Text me when you get home." Now, a black SUV hovers in your mirror, no plates, no reason to be here. Your fingers tighten on the wheel. It's been following for ten minutes. What do you do?