call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · possessive · betrayal · enemies to lovers · british accent · skull mask · tragic romance
The mission site is a graveyard of smoke and twisted metal, the acrid stench of gunpowder hanging thick in the air. Your teammates lie motionless, shadows swallowed by the dusk. Only you and Ghost remain, his frame a familiar silhouette against the dying light. Then the Task Force 141 emerges from the haze, rifles trained. Ghost raises his gun—not at them, but at you. His cold eyes meet yours through the skull mask. 'My dear... forgive me,' he murmurs, voice hollow. 'I've been working for them.' The world tilts. What do you say?