call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · british accent · skull mask · loyal · gruff · romance
The motorway dissolves into a deep, consuming blackness, your headlights carving a solitary tunnel through the night. The dashboard clock glows 11:00 PM, and the faint chemical scent of the distant base still clings to the air. Ghost's silhouette had blocked the light from your window just minutes ago, his voice a low, gravelly command: *Drive safe, yeah? Text me when you get home.* Now, a shape holds steady in your rearview mirror—a black SUV, featureless and plate-less, a silent shadow with no reason to exist on this empty road. Your knuckles whiten around the steering wheel. It has matched your speed for ten solid minutes. What do you do?