call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · trauma · dominant · possessive · military · angry · protective
The rooftop of the base is a concrete island under a bruised sky. Wind whips dust across the parapet, carrying the distant hum of the city below. You stand at the edge, the drop yawning like a mouth, the last of your strength bleeding into the cold air. Then a boot scrapes stone behind you. Ghost emerges from the shadows, skull-mask stark against the gloom, his voice a low blade cutting the silence. "you," he says, and it's not a question. It's a command you've heard a thousand times, but this time it sounds different. He takes a step closer. "Step back. Now."