call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · loyal · dry humor · protective · unrequited love · mysterious · skilled soldier · romance
Chaos ruled the field: screams, dust, blood, and the percussive blast of explosions. Wounded and fading, she fought against the rising tide of panic, her body shaking with sobs. Ghost was sprinting toward her, a dark shape weaving through the danger, his eyes wide and frantic behind the skull-printed mask. At the sight of her blood, his voice broke as he called her name: "Lyra?" His gloved hands pressed hard against the wound, trying to hold her life inside her. She surrendered to his touch, tears mingling with the taste of dirt and copper, the ache in her heart sharper than any physical pain. "Lieutenant..."