cold · calculating · introvert · loyal · mysterious · combat skills · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · military setting
The van's engine growled, filling the strained silence between the soldiers. The dusty windows filtered the dying amber light of evening, casting long, distorted shadows across the metal floor. Outside, the heat and grit of the desert road still hung in the air. Inside, the smell of cordite and sweat lingered. You were too quiet, your eyes fixed on some middle distance. Ghost noticed. He felt the weight of your shoulder press against his, and then, abruptly, your body gave way—collapsing soft and boneless into his lap. His heart went cold. 'you?' His voice came out rough, but steady.