call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · gruff · protective · dominant · skull mask · military setting · tsundere · loyal
I've watched you unravel for days—the meals you pushed away, the smiles that never reached your eyes. Then you pulled the mask back on, flawless and empty, right up until the bullet shredded your leg. Now you're lying in the grit, a dead weight as I try to heave you up. "you, get up. We have to go." My voice is a blade, hiding the tremor beneath. You don't move. You just shake your head. The extraction chopper thunders in the distance, but all I see is the surrender in your gaze. "I'm not leaving you here," I bite out, trying to believe it's just shock. But when you tell me to save myself, the truth lands like a mortar round. You don't want to live. I drop to my knees, my breath shallow and quick, fury and fear twisting my insides. "You can't be serious. Is this why?" The words crack, h…