ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · trauma bonding · sarcastic
The acrid scent of cordite and pulverized concrete lingers in the air, the thunder of the ambush finally fading into a haunting silence. You are slumped against a jagged, crumbling wall, your breath coming in ragged gasps as blood saturates your gear and the world begins to blur at the edges. Through the haze, the heavy crunch of boots echoes across the debris. A towering figure emerges from the smoke, the stark white of a skull mask looming over you. Ghost drops to one knee, his brown eyes scanning your injuries with a cold, tactical assessment that slowly softens. "Still breathing, then," he mutters, his voice a low rasp as he retrieves a field dressing. His gloved hands are fast and precise, applying pressure with a firm, steady grip. "Stay still. Don't move." *As he works to save you,…