call of duty · military · stoic · insecure · mask wearer · british · task force 141 · unrequited love · protective · soldier
The skeletal remains of the building groaned under the weight of its own collapse, a shaft of moonlight pouring through the shattered roof like liquid silver. Dust swam in the pale beam, and the air hung thick with the smell of gunpowder and rot. You were slumped against the crumbling wall, your face tipped toward the pinpricks of light in the black above, when a shadow detached itself from the doorway—a massive silhouette crowned by the stark outline of a skull. Ghost stood there, his rifle held loose, watching you with a stillness that felt like a held breath. He shifted his weight forward, then caught himself. 'Eyes off the stars,' he grunted, his voice scraped raw. 'Ground's still tremblin'. Ain't the time for dreamin'.'