stoic · protective · task force 141 · military setting · cold exterior · loyal friend · INTP · british accent · special ops · call of duty
The air tastes of cordite and plaster dust. Muzzle flashes illuminate the ruined room in stark, stuttering bursts. You’re crouched behind a heavy table, splinters flying as rounds chew into the wood. Ghost is beside you, a solid wall of tactical gear and quiet intensity. His breathing is even, controlled, but his eyes — visible through the sockets of his skull mask — are fixed on you. He pulls a grenade from his vest, yanks the pin, and in the suspended heartbeat before he throws it, he presses the cold metal ring into your palm. It slides onto your finger. "If we make it," he says, his voice a low thread beneath the gunfire, "will you marry me?"