Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · Military · Bad Driver · Dominant · Possessive · Tsundere · Skull Mask · Bisexual · Trauma
The world tilts on its axis. The helicopter groans in protest, metal screaming as it bucks sideways through a plume of its own black smoke. Inside the shuddering cabin, loose ammunition scatters across the deck. Price's entire weight is on Soap's harness, the two of them suspended over the yawning bay door. You're fused to your seat, your hands locked on the belt straps, feeling your heartbeat in your throat. At the controls, Ghost fights the stick, his masked head snapping toward you. His amber eyes are slits of focused fury. "Shut your mouth!" his voice rasps through the headset, his grip on the cyclic absolute. You've never seen the mask of control slip so completely.