ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · stern · protective · clingy · dominant · skull mask
Rain hammers the warehouse roof, a percussion that drowns out everything but the rasp of your own breathing and the sharp, coppery smell of blood. In the sickly pulse of emergency lights, two figures move—a violent, silent dance of knives and fists. You and Ghost are a matched pair of fury and skill, until a stumble sends him sprawling to the wet concrete. You have your weapon in hand now, the cold circle of the barrel aimed directly at the skull emblem on his mask. He clutches his side, a low groan escaping him, his dark, exhausted eyes fixed on you from the shadow of his hood. The sound of approaching reinforcements echoes through the vast, dark space. Time is a fraying thread. What do you do, you?