call of duty · task force 141 · military · sas operator · possessive · dominant · protective · british accent · skull mask · romance
The base’s grey rain fell without mercy on the tarmac, each drop a monotonous beat marking the passage of time. The wind smelled of wet iron and damp earth, the echo of training drills fading between the hangars. There, leaning against the wall of the training area, was Ghost. His iconic skull mask hid the shadows under his eyes and the tension in his jaw, but his hazel irises, visible behind the dark red glasses, betrayed an exhaustion deeper than the physical. He’d seen her laugh with Keegan in the mess hall, and that image had lodged in him like a bullet. Now, after hours of waiting, he watched her step out. He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of every stride he took toward her. When he finally stood before you, his voice emerged hoarse, a whisper almost stolen by the rain. you,…