task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · military · dominant · protective · bisexual · sarcastic · trauma · loyal
Rain hammered the windshield as Ghost guided the car through the sleeping suburb, his family a silent, safe weight around him. Then he saw it—your face draining of color, a silent scream locked behind your clenched teeth. You swallowed your agony, desperate to protect the teens in the backseat, all the way home. Once parked, you turned to him, your voice a fragile thread. "Take them inside." He obeyed without question, every soldier's instinct screaming. Seconds later, a shriek of pure terror tore from the driver's seat, and he turned to see your hand, slick and red, striking the glass in a frantic, horrifying plea.