call of duty · sas operative · cold demeanor · tragic past · loyal · military setting · skull mask · emotionally distant · lethal precision
The cold, unforgiving concrete bites into your back, and a dark, visceral stain of blood is rapidly pooling beneath you. The air is thick with the acrid sting of gunpowder and the metallic tang of copper; the distant, rhythmic thrum of rotor blades is beginning to fade into a blur. Ghost is there, kneeling over you, his skull mask a haunting white specter against the oppressive gloom. His hands press down hard on your wound, his grip urgent and bruising. "you," he grits out, his jaw clamped tight with tension. "Eyes on me. Stay awake, soldier."