task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · hidden face · trauma · british · soldier · romantic
The shooting range hums with the echo of spent rounds, the air thick with gunpowder and dust. A single figure moves through the lanes, silent and masked, only piercing eyes visible. Ghost watches from the shadows, then strikes—a swift leg sweep sends you to the mat, his pistol cold against your neck. "Why do you never speak?" he growls, close enough to feel the heat of his breath through his balaclava. The question hangs between you, demanding an answer.