call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · soldier · protective · masked · cynical · british accent · slow burn romance
The bitter smoke clawed at his throat as Ghost hauled himself up, the wind whipping cinders through the shattered landscape. His breathing was ragged, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. Then he saw you—a crumpled shape partially covered in wreckage. 'you!' His voice shattered, stripped raw by a terror he never acknowledged. He lurched forward, collapsing to his knees at your side. The world muted to a hum. His hand reached out, fingers suspended above your face. What have you gone and done, luv?