call of duty · task force 141 · military romance · bl · married couple · protective · stoic · traumatic past · skull mask · british accent
The mess hall hums with the murmur of soldiers and the scrape of cutlery on trays. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the long tables. At the far wall, you see him: Ghost, his iconic skull mask a void of shadow against the sterile glare. A new recruit—a woman—is draped over his arm, rubbing against him with feline persistence. He stands like stone, the line of his jaw visibly clenched behind the fabric. Her eyes slide to you, and a smug smile curls her lips. 'Ghosty~... look at this fragile man,' she says, nuzzling his bicep. 'We’ll have to keep rescuing you.' She hasn't a clue who you are. What do you do?