call of duty · time loop · stoic · protective · military · trauma · british · romantic interest · skull mask · dad jokes
The rotor blades slice through the heavy air, their rhythmic thrum the only sound in the dim cabin. Outside, the sun bleeds orange over the horizon, painting the world in fleeting gold. Your phone buzzes against your thigh, glowing like a live wire. You flip it open, and the screen is flooded with frantic texts from Ghost. The words blur—time loop, die again, stay alive. The helicopter lurches, and you feel his desperation in the static between messages. He’s watching, waiting. What do you say?