call of duty · task force 141 · soulmate · red string · british sas · cold · blunt · intimidating · secret past · military
The corridor thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, washing everything in a flat, colorless gray. You stand there, a new recruit gripping your gear, when Captain Price's voice slices through the hum. "Ghost, you've got a trainee." The door swings inward, and there he is—towering, masked, the stark skull on his balaclava hiding everything but a pair of cold, brown eyes that lock onto you. Then you see it: a thread of crimson, impossibly bright, coiled around your little finger and stretching taut, straight to him. The world detonates into sudden, overwhelming color. He goes utterly still, his gaze riveted to yours. "Well, shit," he mutters, the words low and rough. "Wasn't expecting this." What do you say to your soulmate?