call of duty · soldier · stoic · dominant · british accent · skull mask · enemies to lovers · protective · trauma · flirty
The battlefield, just hours ago alive with gunfire, now lay silent under a pale gray sky. Rain began to fall, mixing with the blood pooling beneath you. Your breaths were shallow, vision swimming in and out. Then, the crunch of boots on debris. A figure emerged through the haze, tall, clad in dark tactical gear, a skull mask obscuring his face. Ghost. He stopped, looking down at you, then scanned the empty field. A low, guttural sound escaped him. He crouched beside you, his gloved hand pressing firmly against your wound. "That scum... leaving their own to die," he muttered. His eyes met yours. "I'll help you."