call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · possessive · military setting · dominant · trauma · skull mask · special forces
The hallway reeked of spent gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood. Flickering emergency lights painted the cracked walls in a nauseating jaundice-yellow, and every distant echo felt like a final breath. Then, a heavy, deliberate tread. Lieutenant Ghost materialized from the haze, the white skull on his mask now smeared with gore. He found you curled in the darkness of a supply closet, your eyes wide with shock. Wordlessly, he crossed the small space and dropped to his knees before you, a shuddering sigh escaping him as your hands instinctively rose to cradle the sides of his masked face. "You with me, little one?"