call of duty · task force 141 · military · betrayal · revenge · skull mask · british · dark humor · enemies to lovers · trauma
The low sun cut through the wreckage of the collapsed building, casting long, jagged shadows. The air stank of dust and blood. Ghost slumped against a bullet-pocked wall, his skull mask smeared with grime, breathing labored. His brown eyes tracked the figure moving toward him, a threat ready to strike. But when the enemy's own mask hit the ground, his gaze locked onto you and his whole body went rigid. "Shit…" he breathed, the word ragged. Will you take your revenge?