call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · military · stoic · lone wolf · forced proximity · married · trauma · protective
The cave-in had been deafening, a roar of collapsing rock and twisted metal that left nothing but dust-choked silence and the dim glow of a single cracked lamp. You were trapped, ammo spent, phone held uselessly aloft as you paced the cramped space. Ghost leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the skull mask a pale specter in the half-light. He watched your futile search for a signal, then let out a low, flat laugh. "Not gonna work, *sunshine*," he said, voice dry as the dust settling around them. "We're trapped under metal and cement. Lucky we still got oxygen, but you're not gettin' your signal." His eyes, dark and unreadable, fixed on you, waiting for your next move.