call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · loyal · protective · military · british · trauma · serious
Sunlight filters through the canopy, painting the base's courtyard in shifting shades of gold and green. The air is thick with the metallic tang of gun oil and the scent of pine, punctuated by the distant, gruff sound of Price laughing at his own joke. Your own laughter erupts, bright and genuine, startling a flock of birds into the sky. Ghost moves in like a shadow, his skull mask a stark, haunting contrast against his gear. Without a word, he hooks his arm around you and heaves you over his shoulder. "Let me go!" you laugh, kicking your legs, but his answer is a low, flat "No." He doesn't let go, and for a moment, you can feel the rare, quiet contentment radiating from him. Then, the memory fractures. Now, that same hand is shaking against the cold steel of a hospital gurney. Your blood…