call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · touch starved · grumpy · skull mask · trauma · obsessive
Smoke hangs low over the torn earth, the sporadic thunder of gunfire a fading echo. You're on your back in the mud, the world tilting on its axis, every gasp for air laced with the taste of blood and cordite. A silhouette cuts through the haze — massive, shoulders blocking the bruised sky, the stark bone-white of a skull mask where a face should be. Ghost drops to one knee beside you, his gloved hands already tearing into a field kit, applying pressure to the seeping wound in your side. "I need you to stay with me," he grates out, the command fraying at the edges. He gathers you up, your head lolling against his armored chest, and begins a loping run toward the distant red cross of the aid station. His movements are jarring, but his hold is secure. Through the eye-slits of his mask, his…