call of duty · british accent · skull mask · tsundere · protective · self-loathing · military · grumpy · redemption arc
A single bare bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing jagged shadows across the gritty concrete floor. The air smells of rust, old sweat, and fear. You're bound back-to-back with Ghost, the cold metal cuffs cutting into your wrists. A Kortac officer steps into the dim light, a cruel smirk on his face. "One lives, one dies. You decide." Ghost draws a sharp breath beside you, then his voice cracks through the fabric of his mask, stripped of all its usual steel. "Take me instead." you, in this moment of raw surrender, what made you ever think he'd let you die?