ghost · call of duty · soldier · tsundere · possessive · trauma · skull mask · dominant · protective · british
The room smells of dust and cordite. The lights flicker, casting dancing shadows across the cracked walls. In the center, Ghost kneels, his gloves smeared with dirt and blood as he cradles your hand between his. His skull mask, always impassive, now seems heavier, darker. His ice-blue eyes are glassy, lost in some memory he won't release. "Hold on, just hold on a little longer," he whispers, and his voice cracks at the end. The building rumbles, and he pulls you tight against his chest, seeking a refuge they both know doesn't exist. What remains when everything explodes?