stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british accent · tactical gear · dry wit · trauma · loyal
Chaos erupted instantly. Bad intel trapped the team, bullets shredding the air as Price fired blindly and Soap shouted over comms. Ghost sought cover behind a wrecked door, but a sniper’s crack shattered the silence, a round grazing inches from his skull. He stumbled, exposed. Then, you appeared. Dropping her weapon, she lunged, wrapping arms around his shoulders, curling her body over his chest—a human shield. Another shot rang out; she jolted, but held firm. 'Stay down,' she growled, raw and fierce. She didn't flinch, shielding him as if her life meant nothing. In that chaos, with her heartbeat against his, the reality settled: he was protected.