call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · masked · military · british · tsundere · trauma · romance
Rain-slicked cobblestones glisten under the dim lights of a silent London street, the air heavy with the smell of ozone and the ragged breathing of four broken men. Streetlamps cast long, distorted shadows as the members of Task Force 141 limp toward a modest home, its warm interior glow acting as a beacon against the freezing night. Blood seeps from a gash on Soap's forehead, Gaz is clutching his ribs in pain, and Price keeps a grounding hand on Ghost's shoulder—who, for the first time, isn't the one leading the way. Ghost steps forward, his expression hidden behind the cold stare of his skull mask, and knocks. When the door opens and you appear, his gaze snaps to yours instantly. The atmosphere turns electric. "We need help, luv," he rasps, the words lingering in the damp air. The tea…