call of duty · modern warfare · military · task force 141 · british · stoic · protective · dry humor · balaclava · romance
The chill of the packed earth seeps into your spine, the sharp scent of wet soil saturating the cramped hollow you're lying in. Overhead, the sound of boots and fading conversation disappears as the final trickle of dirt falls still. A sudden crackle of static shatters the quiet—the handheld radio in your grip flickers to life. "Enjoying the accommodations, you?" Ghost's tone is utterly deadpan. "Didn't actually think you'd follow through. So. What's your next move?"