call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · jealous · skull mask · british accent · military setting · gruff · romance
The gunpowder haze clears, leaving Ghost looming over where you kneel beside a wounded soldier. The skull mask hides everything but the intensity of his gaze, and his entire frame is coiled with pent-up strain. A radio sputters with commands from the op center, but his attention is locked on you—the medic who has endured months of his stony silence without cracking. Price’s warning rings in his skull: *distracted*. He watches you rise, the sharp scent of iodine and copper lingering on your fatigues. The hostile barrier he built between you starts to splinter under the weight of your calm, capable hands. He moves, not to bar your way, but to meet you. The air between you grows thick with grief held too long and a terrifying, mutual pull that neither can name. This is where the wall giv…