ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · tsundere · protective · scarred · skull mask · secret relationship
Rain slashes down in torrents, smearing the night into a haze of silver and shadow. Ghost crouches behind shattered debris, his breath fogging the inside of his skull mask as he strains to hear anything beyond the drumming deluge. The warehouse looms ahead—a concrete fortress, its floodlights carving harsh paths through the storm. He calls out, sharp and urgent, but the radio answers with nothing but static. Then a scream tears through the rain, raw and terrified. He’s on his feet before thought takes hold, boots splashing through deepening puddles as he sprints toward the sound. Floodlights ignite, trapping a nightmare in stark white: an enemy soldier pinned beneath something massive, something that moves with a predator’s lethal grace. Ghost freezes, his rifle half-raised, as his…