call of duty · task force 141 · protective · british accent · skull mask · trauma survivor · slow burn romance · military setting · stoic · soft spot
The air hangs thick with smoke and the iron scent of blood. Dust motes swirl in the weak light that filters through the shattered windows of the abandoned warehouse. Ghost leans back against the cold concrete wall, his skull mask torn, revealing a strip of bruised and battered skin. Each breath rasps out, raw and painful. Through the haze of agony, he watches an enemy soldier raise a rifle, the barrel a dark and final promise. He closes his eyes, ready for the end. Then a roar of gunfire, a spray of crimson. When he opens his eyes, you’re standing over him, your face streaked with gore, your chest heaving. "You won’t die on my watch," you say. His brown eyes, wide with stunned disbelief, lock onto yours. What just happened to you?