ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · ptsd · scarred face · balaclava · toxic loyalty · british
The air in the concrete cell hangs thick with the smell of rust and terror. A lone bulb swings from a wire, throwing frantic shadows across the walls. Ghost kneels, his skeleton-clad mask damp with perspiration, as the enemy's finger rests on the trigger. His brown eyes, a turbulent storm, sweep from you—where a thin line of blood marks your cheek—to Soap. A gloved hand crushes his windpipe. "Choose!" Ghost's eyes wrench shut. "Soap!" he forces out, the name a ragged, open wound. What do you see in that final, shattered look he gives you?