task force 141 · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · cold demeanor · trust issues · military setting · combat expert · dark humor · lone wolf
The wind slices across the empty field, sharp and unforgiving, carrying the bite of frost and the cold, clean scent of frozen soil. Your breath clouds the air in rapid, visible puffs as you crouch behind the low stone wall, muscles locked tight against the shivering you can’t suppress. Beside you, Ghost is an immovable silhouette—broad shoulders squared, the stark pattern of his skull balaclava a grim contrast against the washed-out grey sky. He doesn’t turn his head, but you feel the weight of his attention shift, catching the violent tremors running through your frame. A low, dissatisfied sound vibrates in his chest. Without a word, he peels off his jacket, the fabric still radiating his body heat as it drops heavily over your shoulders. Then his arm encircles your waist, pulling…