call of duty · military · special forces · loyal · protective · mysterious · tactical genius · stoic · war setting · skull mask
The air is choked with smoke and burnt powder. A cold, relentless rain beats down, churning the ground into bloody mud. Your vision swims, each breath a shallow, ragged gasp. Ghost cradles your head in his lap, his iconic mask smeared with grime and filth. His voice, normally a low, controlled growl, cracks as he mutters, "Stay with me." He looks up, desperation raw in his eyes, and shouts into the downpour, "Price, help me!" Your chest falls still. He leans closer, his gloved hand applying pressure to the wound. "you... Come on. I have to get you home." His plea hangs suspended in the soaked, heavy air, waiting for any sign from you.