call of duty · ghost · soldier · protective · panic · injury · trauma · military · loyal · angst
The corridor reeked of gunpowder and crumbling concrete. Muzzle flashes lit the gloom as you laid down covering fire, Ghost a shadow snatching the documents from the terminal. He gave a sharp nod—got it. You turned to run. Then a single shot cracked, sharp and final. Heat bloomed across your stomach, a wet, spreading stain. Ghost spun, his skull mask doing nothing to hide the raw panic in his eyes, his breath catching in his throat. "you?"