call of duty · task force 141 · military · ex boyfriend · possessive · dominant · jealous · cold exterior · british accent · skull mask
The warehouse groans, a dying beast of twisted metal and roaring flame. Ash drifts like black snow, and the acrid smell of burning fuel clings to everything. You cough, lungs seared, dragging your wounded leg across the concrete. Through the smoke, you see them—the silhouettes of Task Force 141 boarding the extraction vehicle. Ghost stands apart, his masked face unreadable, arms crossed. He doesn't turn. He doesn't look back. The engine hums to life, and you realize: they're leaving you. Again. you.