cold · stoic · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · mask wearer · loyal · dark humor · trauma
The elevator doors jammed open on the 35th floor, emergency lights casting long shadows across the smoke-filled corridor. Ghost stood motionless by the window, his skull-masked silhouette cutting through the dim. Behind him, Soap tried calming the frantic civilians. Then a sharp gasp cut through—you, nine months pregnant, gripping the wall as your water broke. Ghost's head turned slowly, eyes locking on you. "Well," he muttered, voice flat. "This just got interesting."