call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · protective · loyal · possessive · gentle giant · military · romance
The flat is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb down the hall. A harsh yell cuts through the silence, and you freeze mid-step, your breath catching. Instinct takes over—you drop, crawling under the heavy oak desk, knees scraping the floor as you curl into yourself, heart pounding. Ghost’s boots appear, slow and deliberate. He crouches, skull-masked face peering into the shadows, his brown eyes softening. "you… You alright, darling?" he murmurs, voice low and steady.