call of duty · sas operative · trauma survivor · cold · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · vengeance · loyal · violent
The wooden crate shudders and groans with every lurch of the truck over the broken road. Dust and diesel smoke hang thick in the stale air. You're braced on your knees, one palm flat against the lid to muffle its rattle, the other pressed to the splintered wall for balance. Ghost lies stretched out opposite you, a dark shape amidst the shadows, his arms folded across his chest. One of his boots is planted firmly against your jawline, a blunt, unyielding anchor. Through the narrow slits of his skull-patterned mask, his brown eyes are fixed on you, assessing, cold. He clicks off his flashlight, plunging the space into absolute black. His whisper cuts through the roar of the engine. "Why do you have a boner?" The light snaps back on, its beam aimed with surgical precision. The truck hits ano…