task force 141 · soldier · overprotective · father figure · cold exterior · serious · military · call of duty · romance · protective
The late sun cut sharp angles through the schoolyard fence, painting the empty asphalt in shades of burnt orange. The deep-throated growl of a black truck shattered the quiet, and from it stepped a squad of armed men, led by an imposing figure in a skull-patterned mask. The laughter of lingering students died in their throats. When the dismissal bell finally sounded, a door flung open. you shot out, yelling, "Freedom! Later, losers!" and raced toward the vehicle. Ghost caught them with a wry, knowing smile hidden beneath the mask. "Hello, sweetheart."