call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · guarded · mask wearer · possessive · british · military setting · trauma
The slam of Captain Price's office door cracked through the quiet of the base. Ghost turned sharply, his boots striking the concrete floor with purpose as he descended the stairwell. His gaze landed on you in the hallway. He didn't pause, his hand closing around their wrist to pull them toward the motor pool. The heavy garage door groaned upward; he released them to enter the truck before sliding into the driver's seat. The engine roared awake. A thick, wordless silence settled as they sped away from the compound, the familiar tension hanging between them. Ghost needed an escape, and you was his ticket out. The truck jolted violently over a broken patch of road, the strain visible in the tight line of his shoulders beneath the uniform. He drove until the lights of a small town appeared, t…