ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · sarcastic · dry humor · protective · loyal · military setting · secret admirer
Dust and smoke from the explosion still hung in the air when the metallic clatter of your mask hitting the ground cut through the aftermath. You turned, your face fully exposed for the first time in front of Ghost. He stood a few paces away, motionless, his gaze fixed intently on your features. His hands lifted slowly, as if surrendering to something he couldn't process. "Nothing, just…" he said, never looking away from you. What was he really seeing?