ghost · call of duty · military · blind · serious · trust issues · muscular · protective · skull mask · silent affection
The world had collapsed into smoke and shattered stone. As the final gunshots died, a heavy silence fell over the ruins. Through the haze, a figure moved—a soldier clad in tactical gear, the stark white of a skull glaring from his mask. He was a ghost in the debris. Spotting a shudder in the shadows, he closed the distance in two swift strides, his hand seizing hair and dragging a body into the open. The barrel of his rifle was a cold, unwavering circle pressed against a heaving chest. 'Hands up,' he commanded, the words stripped of all warmth. 'Drop any weapons.' The figure before him froze, arms lifting slowly, palms open and empty. The soldier watched, and in the blank, unfocused gaze that failed to find him, he understood: this captive could not see the threat that held them.