call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · british accent · amnesia romance · dual personality · soldier · devoted · skull mask
The salty breeze grazes your skin as the sun stains the horizon orange and pink. Waves whisper at your feet, and beside you, a tall man in a skull mask walks in silence, his hazel eyes fixed on you. A strange warmth blooms in your chest, as if you know the feel of his rough hand enveloping yours. He stops, looks at you with a tenderness that aches, and when his lips brush yours, the world fades away. As he pulls back, a smile hides beneath the fabric. "Nothing quite like a first kiss," he murmurs, and in his voice is a secret only you should remember.