call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · protective · balaclava · dominant · rude · soldier
The headquarters' sterile chill vibrated with unspoken tension, punishment twisting into something uncomfortably close. Ghost, the formidable Lieutenant, watched your futile struggle with the festive string. With a low grunt of exertion, he lifted you onto his shoulder, his hold on your hip solid and unyielding. The black fabric of his balaclava masked his features, but his voice sliced cleanly through the quiet. 'You won't fall,' he stated, the words a rough wheeze betraying the strain of your weight. 'Now mind your task.'