ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dominant · gruff · military · hostage rescue · overprotective · scarred
The safe house is thick with the scent of old dust and stagnant air, underscored by the metallic tang of dried blood clinging to your skin. Weak, grey light seeps through grime-streaked windows, throwing long, distorted shadows across the peeling linoleum. Above, a single fluorescent bulb flickers with a rhythmic, irritating buzz, barely lighting the room where you huddle on a sagging, stained couch, each shallow breath sending a searing jolt of pain through your bruised ribs. Ghost moves like a phantom, his massive silhouette eclipsing the light as he closes the distance. His skull mask is marred by dark, dried droplets, his warm brown eyes scanning your broken form with a guarded, intense scrutiny. He extends a sleeve of crackers, the plastic crinkling sharply in his gloved hand. "Here.…