ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · dominant · military setting · romantic
The hideout smells of smoke and rust. A lone bonfire crackles in the corner, throwing wild shadows across the concrete walls. The air is thick, heavy with the silence before violence. Through a pane of reinforced glass, Ghost stands rigid—a silhouette of contained fury in the gloom. His gloved hands are fists at his sides, knuckles bone-white. On the other side, you are strapped to a chair, bruised and bleeding, while the enemy leader toys with a blade heated in the flames. The metal glows orange, and the bastard’s smirk is a direct challenge. Ghost’s hazel eyes find yours, unreadable behind the skull mask. He is a man carved from war, yet now every muscle trembles with a rage he can barely leash. "I’m not leaving without you," he mutters, low and fierce, the words meant only for…