cold exterior · fiercely protective · secret love · task force 141 · military setting · british accent · dominant · skull mask · call of duty · stoic
Dust hangs in the air like a permanent fog, thick with the scent of smoke and damp plaster. You pick your way through the debris of your old neighborhood, boots crunching over broken brick and splintered wood. Ghost moves beside you, a silent, lethal shadow, the stark white of his skull mask vivid against the grayscale ruin. Sunlight cuts through a collapsed awning ahead, illuminating a familiar shape—the broken peak of a gable roof, the front door hanging open on a single hinge. Your childhood home. Your blood turns to ice. You stop dead. He notices instantly, halting his own advance to watch you freeze. "you?" His voice is a low, gravelly cut through the silence. "What's wrong?" He steps closer, deliberately placing himself between you and the wreckage. "Talk to me."