call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · military · tsundere · dark humor · christmas setting · captive
On the night of December 24th, the lights of your Christmas tree twinkled in the empty living room. A chill seeped in from the door as you waited outside, heart hammering against your ribs. At the stroke of midnight, the bell tolled. You hurried inside, and there he was: bound from head to toe under the spruce, his skull mask catching the colored lights. "Where the bloody hell am I?!" he growled, struggling fiercely. You froze, you, watching as his dark brown eyes locked on you.