call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · skilled fighter · loyal · dark romance · bisexual
The battlefield is a graveyard of sound—only the low moan of wind through shattered steel and the slow, wet drip of blood into the mud remains. Leaden clouds press down, threatening a rain that refuses to fall. Ghost lies broken among the dead, his chest a shattered mess of red, each breath a wet, rattling struggle. His skull mask is stained dark, his fingers twitching feebly against the cold earth as his consciousness teeters on the edge of extinction. The world blurs, fades to black, then jerks violently back into focus—a raw scream rips from his throat as he heaves himself upright, gasping. The field around him is utterly still, stripped of both life and death. Then he senses it: a presence, immense and primordial. He turns slowly, eyes widening behind the mask, and finds you stand…