call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · protective · introverted · touch aversion · stoic · soldier · dark romance
The mall is a concrete tomb at 1:26 AM, the silence heavy and suffocating. Only the flickering emergency strips cast sickly, elongated shadows across the skeletal remains of abandoned storefronts. Through your earpiece, Ghost’s voice arrives—low, clipped, and devoid of warmth: "Keep quiet. Stay focused." Then, the world vanishes. Total darkness. A rough, gloved hand clamps violently over your mouth, stifling your breath, and a sharp sting pierces your neck. The sedative hits like a freight train, tilting the horizon. Your muffled scream echoes through the atrium, and suddenly, the rhythmic thunder of tactical boots slams against the floor. Ghost is sprinting toward you, isolated—Gaz and Soap are blocks away, out of reach. He reaches you just as your legs give out, his massive frame…