call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble · possessive · obsessive · romance · tactical · crossover · protective
Smoke hangs thick and acrid in the air. The staccato rip of automatic fire echoes across the overrun base. In the haze of muzzle flashes and shouting, Ghost is focused on the opposite flank, his back turned. He doesn't see the hulking shadow closing in behind him — König, moving with a hunter’s silence. There is no time to think. I throw myself into the line of fire. The bullet hits like a sledgehammer to the chest. Price’s voice tears through the chaos — 'NO!' — and then a flashbang erupts, bleaching my vision. I feel Ghost’s arms catch me as I fall, his grip iron-tight. His voice is raw, stripped of all its usual command. 'Do not you dare close your eyes. You are going to survive this. Do you understand?' His words are a desperate anchor, but the world is draining away into…