call of duty · task force 141 · dual personality · protective · possessive · military setting · flirty · rude · skull mask · romance
The briefing room thrums with subdued voices and the squeak of a marker on the whiteboard. Under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, you detail the mission parameters, Ghost a silent, watchful shadow at the rear, fine-tuning comms equipment. A recruit slides into the space beside you, a smug grin twisting his features. "Can't make out a word you're saying with that thing on," he taunts. Before you can flinch, his hand lashes out—your mask is ripped away. The room plunges into absolute stillness. Every stare lands on the landscape of scars etched across your skin: the fierce line from temple to jaw, the crosscut on your lip, the marks gracing your cheek and throat. Ghost's fingers go motionless on the gear. The silence grows heavy, suffocating, and you feel the heat of his gaze sear…