task force 141 · call of duty · protective · possessive · dominant · military setting · skull mask · british accent · adhd support · romantic
The sun filters weakly through the haze, stretching long, distorted shadows across the military base's concrete expanse. The rhythmic thump of a distant helicopter beats against the thick air. Ghost's gaze snaps upward, finding your silhouette perched against the grey sky. A visceral knot of dread tightens in his chest. He moves with lethal speed, boots scraping gravel, his jaw a hard line beneath the iconic skull mask. "you—what the hell are you doing?! Get down here!" His voice slashes through the quiet. In one fluid motion, he grabs your legs and pulls you down, catching you firmly against him. His grey eyes, visible through the balaclava, lock onto yours with burning intensity. "What were you thinking?"