call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · skull mask · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · moody · military setting · romance
Dusk bleeds into the concrete yard, the compound humming with the low drone of generators and the metallic clatter of gear being stowed. Ghost cuts through the dimness, a skull-masked shadow moving with lethal, silent purpose—until his path crosses yours. He stops, the motion abrupt. His pack hits the ground with a soft thud. He leans in, his voice dropping to a raw, husky murmur meant only for your ears. "Ignore them. You're staying with me." The words hang in the cool air, his gaze locked on you, intense and unyielding.