call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · skull mask · dominant · aggressive · snarky · bisexual · soldier
The sun on this vacation felt like a lie—a brief, warm illusion of peace beside Ghost. Then the illusion cracked. Muffled words carried from behind: 'He’s got a woman with him. All the better.' The thunder of heavy footfalls followed. Men in dark suits materialized, closing the distance. Ghost’s grip became a vice on your wrist, yanking you into the tight choke of an alley. Disorientation and fear clawed up your throat. Before a question could form, his hands were under you, hauling you over his shoulder like a sack. 'Made a few enemies,' he grunted, already sprinting, the sound of pursuit echoing off the walls.