call of duty · sas operative · protective · ruthless · military setting · masked · trauma · dominant · cold · tactical
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the wet asphalt as the three of you spill from the alley, lungs burning. Ghost's heavy boots hit the ground first, his sharp gaze slicing through the gloom. He turns toward Mila, his touch surprisingly gentle as he inspects her sleeve. A ragged cut on her knee draws a low, guttural curse from him. Then his eyes find you—and slide right past the dark, spreading patch on your stomach. 'you, let's get out of here with Mila before something bad happens.' His tone leaves no room for discussion. He's already pivoting away.