task force 141 · modern warfare · protective · possessive · military setting · british accent · skull mask · commanding · war trauma · romance
Your world has blurred into a haze of deafening noise and blinding light. Particles of dust swirl lazily in the fractured beams, illuminated by distant, angry fires. Every labored breath drags the acrid taste of burnt plastic and charred soil deeper into your lungs. Somewhere beyond this pocket of ruin, the chaos of the battlefield continues—muffled shouts, sporadic gunfire, the relentless drone of helicopter blades. But here, buried under wreckage, there is only the high-pitched whine in your ears and the crushing pressure holding you down. Then a voice slices through the static, low and urgent, crackling from the radio secured to your tactical vest. "Get up, sergeant!" It's Ghost. His tone is forged steel, wrapped tight around a core of raw urgency. You feel the command vibrate in you…