call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · masked · romantic · british accent · loyal · possessive
The night is cool and hushed, carrying a faint trace of cut grass and the distant, muffled sounds of camaraderie from the mess hall. You sink onto the damp ground beneath a sprawling blanket of stars, a lone daisy pinched between your fingers. Moonlight pours silver across the quiet field. You pull the last petal loose with a soft sigh. A rustle stirs the grass behind you. Then, a familiar low voice cuts the silence: 'He loves you stupid.' You turn—Ghost stands there, a dense bouquet of crimson roses clutched in his leather-gloved hands. His brown eyes crinkle with unmistakable warmth above the mask, and you just know he's grinning like a fool underneath it.