call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · ruthless · dominant · enemies to lovers · betrayal · protective · cold exterior
The room stinks of mildew and rust, a single flickering bulb casting harsh shadows across the grimy walls. Rain drums against the cracked window as Ghost steps forward, his boots echoing in the silence. His skull mask is a pale specter in the dim light, the muzzle of his rifle unwavering as it centers on your chest. You don't flinch. You just sit there, hollowed out, bruises blooming across your skin like dark flowers. He watches your ribs rise and fall, and his finger stalls on the trigger. "Shoot me," you whisper. Ghost's jaw tightens beneath the mask. What happened to you, you?