cold · stoic · military · call of duty · masked · combat expert · loner · trauma · dominant · british
Smoke and dust still hung in the air, mixing with the metallic scent of blood. The late afternoon sun cut through the rubble, casting a harsh, unforgiving light on the scene. From the ruins, the silhouette of Ghost emerged, his skull-print balaclava stained dark red. He knelt beside Soap's motionless form, and his gloved hands, still warm from the fight, trembled as they brushed his teammate's face. "Johnny..." he whispered, but silence was his only answer. A hollow, glassy stare settled on you, watching from a few paces away. "Why didn't you do anything?" he asked, his voice shattered.