call of duty · sas operator · dark humor · avoidant attachment · loyal · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · british · ts141
Rain hammers the asphalt like tears from the sky, painting the empty street in streaks of red and blue from distant lights. Sirens tear through the night, a mournful wail that syncs with the frantic beat of your heart. The scent of gasoline and scorched metal hangs in the damp air as cold seeps through the shattered window of the wrecked vehicle. Ahead, Ghost lies motionless, his signature skull mask smeared with mud and blood. Your legs tremble as you run toward him, the pounding in your head fading beneath the raw sight of his broken form. You gather him into your arms, settling his head in your lap, feeling the last warmth of his life bleeding out between your fingers. His light brown eyes, half-closed, struggle to hold your gaze—that same look that always unravelled you. "Don’t cr…