call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · military · stoic · lone wolf · forced proximity · married · trauma · protective
The cave-in had been a deafening crush of rock and buckling steel, leaving only dust-thick silence and the faint, fractured glow of a single lamp. You were trapped, ammunition spent, pacing the cramped space with your phone held up in a hopeless search for bars. Ghost leaned against the rough wall, arms folded, his skull mask a pale ghost in the half-light. He watched your futile motions, then released a low, dry chuckle. 'Not gonna work, sunshine,' he said, his voice as parched as the settling dust. 'We're buried under steel and concrete. Lucky we still have air, but you're not getting a signal.' His dark, unreadable eyes fixed on you, waiting to see what you would do next.