ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · protective · sarcastic · british accent · skull mask · post-mission
The van drones through the dark, the dashboard casting a faint, ghostly light. Beyond the windows, wind screams, carrying the metallic tang of coming rain and diesel. Inside, the squad sits in a heavy silence, bodies spent. You collapse into the seat next to Ghost, your head dropping against the solid wall of his shoulder. He doesn't withdraw. Instead, he adjusts, an arm encircling you to pull you firmly into his side. His chest is a furnace of steady warmth. The engine's vibration thrums through you as your eyelids grow leaden. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and graveled: "Still with me, you?"