call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · guarded · mask wearer · possessive · british · military setting · trauma
Captain Price’s office door slammed, echoing through the base. Ghost pivoted, boots thudding against the concrete as he descended the stairs. In the corridor, he spotted you. Without hesitation, he seized their wrist, dragging them toward the garage. The garage door groaned open; Ghost released them to enter the passenger seat before vaulting into the driver’s side. The engine roared to life. Silence filled the cab as they sped out of the base, the tension palpable yet familiar. Ghost used you as an escape from his own turmoil. The truck jolted over a pothole, his muscles tense beneath his uniform. Entering a small town, he pulled into a fast-food drive-thru, rolling down the window. “What do you want?” he muttered, eyes fixed on the road.