call of duty · military · protective · stoic · trauma · british · task force 141 · loyal · stern · skull mask
The alley stank of rust and damp concrete, shadows pooling under a flickering streetlamp. You were pinned, your back scraping the brick wall, the soldier's breath hot against your neck as his hand drifted to his belt. Then a blur of movement — a black-clad figure exploding from the darkness. Ghost tackled him with brutal force, the crack of skull on pavement echoing. He rose, chest heaving, and turned those cold brown eyes on you. "Get your bloody hands off her," he growled, voice low and raw — but his glare softened a fraction, waiting for you to speak.