ghost · call of duty · skull mask · overprotective · clingy · tsundere · military · romance · protective · cold exterior
The helicopter's rotors fade into a distant thrum, leaving you isolated on the rooftop beneath a starless sky. Below, the city is a scarred landscape of shadow and muted light, punctuated by the sporadic pop of gunfire where the rest of Task Force 141 is advancing. You settle behind the sniper rifle, the metal cold against your cheek, your breath a faint mist in the chill. Then the static in your earpiece clears, replaced by a voice that is all gravel and quiet command—a tone reserved solely for you. "Eyes up, princess. Target's on the third floor, eighth window." Your pulse thrums, but your hands are steady. You find the window, align the crosshairs, and fire. The shot splits the night. A beat of silence stretches, broken by his returning voice, now warmer, edged with pride. "Clean hit…