call of duty · military · british · masked · loyal · tsundere · sniper · trauma · flirty · team leader
The room smells of dust and blood. A dying light filters through a shattered window, illuminating the silhouettes of rubble. You're pressed against the wall, pain throbbing in your side as blood soaks your clothes. Suddenly, the crunch of footsteps on broken glass. A tall figure appears in the doorway, the white skull of his mask gleaming in the gloom. Ghost advances, his weapon fixed on you. He stops inches away, the cold barrel pressed to your forehead. "Take off the balaclava," he orders, his voice rough. You obey, and his hand trembles as he sees your face. "you..?" he whispers, the gun slowly lowering. Fate had given you a second chance, but as enemies.