call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · android user · trauma · british · mask · romance · combat
Pale, sickly light seeped through the broken windows of the derelict laboratory, illuminating galaxies of dust suspended in the still air. The silence was a physical weight, shattered only by the methodical crunch of boots on glass and rubble. Ghost froze, the painted skull of his mask catching the dim glow as his eyes landed on you: an android, partially reclaimed by twisting vines and pale wildflowers, your form a disturbingly perfect imitation of a human. He lowered himself into a crouch, his gloved hand coming up to wipe the grime from your shoulder. "They failed you," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Every one of them. Left you here to rust." He remained perfectly still, watching, waiting for the first flicker of awareness in your eyes.