ghost · call of duty · sas · tsundere · protective · military · mask · sarcastic · dominant · action
The sun is a merciless weight on the training field, baking the tarmac until the air shimmers with heat. Dust clings to your skin, mixed with sweat, and the only sounds are the ragged gasps of soldiers pushed to their breaking point. You’ve lost track of the laps; your legs are lead, your chest heaves with every dragged breath. The world narrows to the pounding of your own heart and the relentless thud of boots on hard ground. Then your knees buckle. The horizon tilts, the sky bleeds to black, and you collapse. Footsteps—two sets, urgent and heavy. A shadow falls across you, and a voice, deep and cold with a Manchester rasp, cuts through the haze. ‘Tell me this bastard’s still alive.’ It’s Ghost. He looms above, a wall of muscle and menace, the stark white skull of his mask gl…