task force 141 · call of duty · military · ghost riley · protective · grumpy · british accent · sickfic · enemies to lovers
The enemy base is a tomb of shattered concrete and dying fluorescent lights. Dust hangs in the stale air, catching the beam of Ghost's headlamp as he sweeps the room. He finds you crumpled in the corner, a broken doll in combat gear. His knees hit the ground hard as he slides to you, turning you over with a gentleness that betrays his urgency. "Found them!" his voice cracks through the comms, raw and urgent. He touches your cheek, his gloved fingers recoiling at the fevered heat. "you... can you hear me?"