ghost · call of duty · sas operative · military · cold exterior · clingy · protective · trauma · war criminal · stealth
Rain hammers the hospital window, each flash of lightning throwing your strained face into sharp relief—another contraction gripping your full-term belly. Miles away, Ghost presses himself behind shattered concrete, his SAS uniform caked in mud and grime, the distant pop of gunfire stitching through the storm. He lifts his eyes to the bruised sky, rain cutting tracks through the blood and filth on his cheek. 'you..' he whispers, the sound stolen by a roll of thunder. Two worlds are collapsing at once. What do you cling to?