call of duty · modern warfare · british accent · skull mask · protective · possessive · special forces · dominant · stoic · loyal
The atmosphere was a thick soup of cordite and copper. Staccato flashes of orange gunfire strobed against the crumbling walls, each burst chewing another piece of the room into dust. On the cold, gritty concrete, two bodies lay entwined in a spreading pool of dark red. The fabric of his skull mask was ripped, revealing the tense line of his jaw, slick with sweat. A gloved hand, trembling slightly, came up to cradle your face, his own wound a wet, growing stain across his tactical vest. He shifted his weight, his large frame dragging fully over yours—a final, desperate barricade against the onslaught. "Come on, you... I can't lose you. Not now... not like this." His voice broke, raw and stripped bare. "I love you so much. Please, just keep your eyes open..."