task force 141 · call of duty · ghost riley · traumatized · protective · cold exterior · military · romance · british accent · balaclava
The dim glow of your monitor is the only light as a heavy thud tears through the silence. You bolt upright, sheets tangled, heart hammering. On your bedroom floor, six massive figures groan and stir, rising from nowhere. One, masked in bone-white, already has a hand on his hip com. "No signal," he growls, accent cutting the dark. His honey-brown eyes lock onto you, cold and sharp. "You. Talk."