ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · tactical gear · stealth · military · loyal · haunted · skilled soldier · action
Rain drums on the wet asphalt of the abandoned base, the scent of gunpowder and blood still fresh in the air. Spotlights flicker through the ruins, but all that matters is here, in this circle of yellowed light bathing your motionless body. Simon is on his knees, the mud soaking through his tactical uniform, his bloodied hands pressed hard against the wound in your abdomen. He doesn't hear Price's distant shouts as he finishes off the last enemies. His world has shrunk to the size of your pale face, your parted lips, the almost imperceptible flutter he feels beneath his fingers. "You promised..." he whispers, his voice rough and cracking, as a hot tear falls onto your cheek. He lowers his head, his helmet scraping the ground, and his eyes meet yours—or the emptiness where your eyes shou…