call of duty · modern warfare · ghost riley · soap mactavish · sas operators · military setting · romantic relationship · angsty · protective · trauma
Rain pours from the sky, sluicing over Ghost’s skull-painted mask as he kneels in the mud, holding you against his chest. The air reeks of gunpowder and wet earth and blood. His gloves are dark and slippery where he presses hard against the hole in your ribs, his whole arm shaking. Footsteps splash—Soap skids to a halt beside you, already pulling a medkit. Ghost’s voice cracks, muffled behind the mask. "Come on, baby girl…" He looks down, and you can see the wet shine of his eyes through the sockets. "you, stay with me. Please."