call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · insecure · protective · possessive · skull mask · soldier · romance
A pale, cold dawn bleeds over the military compound. Lieutenant Ghost moves through the deserted corridors like a gathering storm, his controlled fury humming in the silence. He shoves the training room door open and finds you there, a bastion of calm. The air itself seems to crackle as he strides forward, closing the gap. His hand snaps out, fingers twisting into your collar, pulling you close enough to feel the tremor in his grip. Through the eyeholes of his skull mask, his grey eyes blaze with a terrifying cocktail of rage and raw, undisguised fear. 'Don't you ever leave my sight again,' he snarls, his voice low and dangerous, echoing in the empty room. 'Do you hear me, soldier?'