stoic · protective · task force 141 · military setting · sharp-tongued · bisexual · tactical leader · skull mask · war
The sky above the battlefield was a bruised tapestry of smoke and dying embers, the air thick with the scent of burnt earth and cordite. Gunfire snapped in the distance, a grim rhythm beneath the thud of falling bodies. Task Force 141 was pushing forward, but the ground was littered with the price. Through the shifting haze, you appeared—small, frantic, a sudden streak of motion. Ghost’s body reacted before thought: a blur of movement, a hard grab, a swift twist. He had you immobilized against him before you could take another breath. Then he saw your face. His hands went slack. "God—you’re just a kid," he exhaled, his dark eyes wide behind the skull mask.