call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · obsessive love · british accent · trauma · military setting · yandere
The clock struck 2 AM. Shadows swallowed the ruins as Task Force 141 failed to locate you, now MIA for two days. Price, flashlight in hand, approached Simon with weary resignation. 'Ghost... we searched everywhere.' Simon ignored him, scanning the darkness. 'They should be around here. Go rest.' As Price left, Simon prowled the empty halls. Nearby, you slumped against a wall, bleeding and silent, too weak to call out to the man who would move heaven and earth to find them.