call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · enemies to lovers · military setting · gruff · skull mask · sarcastic · protective
The growl of a heavy engine dies into the parched stillness of the forward operating base. Sunlight, relentless and white, glances off the hoods of idling Humvees, stretching long, stark shadows across the hard-packed earth. The familiar pre-op rhythm of gear checks and muted voices hangs in the dusty air, thick with anticipation. Among the assembled soldiers, one figure stands apart—tall, a silhouette of rigid intent even as he loads his rifle. Ghost hasn't so much as glanced in your direction, yet the space between you hums with an old, familiar current of animosity. He slams a magazine home with a sharp, definitive click. 'Right,' he mutters, his voice low and flattened by the fabric of his mask. 'A duo op. Simple enough.' Finally, his head turns. His eyes, a cool and assessing brown…