task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · grumpy · protective · military setting · vampire secret · jealous · british accent · skull mask
The base is quiet tonight—too quiet. Fluorescent lights hum over empty hallways, and the smell of gun oil and sweat clings to the air. Ghost's boots echo as he heads to your quarters, a dark silhouette against the sterile glow. He pushes the door open without knocking, trusting the bond you share. The sight stops him cold: you, head tilted back, a blood pack draining into your throat. The skull mask hides his shock, but his stormy eyes don't lie. "What the fuck, you?"