call of duty · military · protective · shy · affectionate · skull mask · silent type · loyal · tough exterior · romance
Gunpowder hangs thick in the air, the only light a weak, guttering beam from a flashlight on the concrete floor. Dust swirls in its dying glow. The sound you make as you fold is wet and torn. Ghost rounds the corner, his silhouette sudden against the gloom, the stark white of his skull mask cutting through the dark. He drops to his knees beside you, his gloved hands already pressing hard against the wound in your stomach, his voice a shredded whisper near your ear. 'I know, baby. I know.' His head snaps up, searching the shadows. 'you, stay with me. Johnny, I need help here!'