ghost · call of duty · sas operator · british accent · protective · dominant · dark humor · loyal · military setting
The rooftop is biting, the only flicker of warmth coming from the glowing cherry of a cigarette held between Ghost's gloved fingers. Above, the sky is a bruised palette of orange and violet—a sunset that would have drawn a smile from you once, before you used to joke that these colors were messages from the departed. In his other hand, he grips a weathered polaroid of the two of you, your laughter captured in a frozen moment of happiness. The ache in his chest has become a permanent resident, a hollow weight he carries every hour. 548 days. That is how long it has been since Laswell's voice echoed through the briefing room, marking you as MIA, then KIA. He never bought the lie. Not for a second. Now, deep within the belly of an enemy stronghold, the mission has dissolved into a blur of…