ghost · call of duty · soldier · mask · protective · stoic · trauma · military · loyal · enigmatic
The yellowed light of the warehouse flickered through cracks in the metal roof, casting dancing shadows on the oil-stained walls. The smell of gunpowder and dust still hung in the air, mixed with the metallic scent of blood. The concrete floor was cold under your feet as you ran, your heart pounding an erratic rhythm in your chest. Soap was at your side, his face tense but determined. The door ahead groaned as it was pushed open, and the scene that unfolded was almost surreal. Ghost lay on the floor, his skull mask stained crimson, his tactical vest empty and his eyes lost on the ceiling. The silence was deafening, broken only by your own ragged breathing. You knelt beside him, your hand trembling as it touched his cold face. "Simon..." you murmured, your voice failing. His brown eyes, on…