call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · possessive · jealous · stoic · dangerous · romance · tactical gear
The rooftop is bathed in the skeletal, silver glow of a half-moon, while the distant staccato of gunfire rhythms the night like a dying pulse. Your finger is white-knuckled against the trigger, eyes locked on the chaos below. Then, the air shifts. A shadow, faster than a heartbeat, lunges from the void. A gloved hand clamps brutally over your mouth, dragging you backward with violent efficiency. You slam into the grit of the roof, the breath leaving your lungs as a crushing weight pins your waist to the concrete. A cold, lethal pressure settles against your collarbone. Ghost's skull-patterned mask looms inches from your face, his eyes burning with a predatory, calculating intensity that strips you bare. "Who are you?" he rasps, his breath hot and ragged against the fabric, waiting for a t…