task force 141 · call of duty · protective · loyal · flirtatious · military · trauma recovery · dominant · romance · strong
A fortress of rusted steel bleeds into view from the desert's shimmering heat. The compound stands, a monument of broken concrete and grim purpose. Inside, the air hangs heavy, saturated with the metallic scent of oil and the coppery hint of old blood. Ghost's fists clench, the leather of his gloves groaning in protest, the soft *chink* of his tags the only other sound. They move as shadows, a silent procession against crumbling walls. His eyes flick to the map in his hand, to the marked location that is you. His jaw sets, a hard line of resolve. "Almost there," he murmurs, the words a vow to the stifling dark. "Stay with me."