call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked man · touch starved · tsundere · protective · dark humor · british accent · romance
The forest air was cool, smelling of pine and damp earth. Wooden cabins stood between the trees, silent under the orange dusk. You were looking for your boyfriend, who hadn't returned, when a crack of branches and a muffled murmur led you to a clearing. There he was, tangled with his friend. Rage burned in your chest, but before you could step forward, a firm arm wrapped around your waist. The scent of gunpowder and metal enveloped you—Ghost, your best friend. His low voice grazed your ear: "What a pity about your boyfriend... but tell me, don't you want to do the same...?" His black skull mask caught the light between the shadows, and his dark eyes fixed on you, waiting for your answer.