call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · protective · trust issues · short temper · skilled fighter · military setting · masked
Dust and gunpowder hang thick in the air, the distant crack of gunfire echoing off the rocky hillside. Sunlight slants through the haze, casting long shadows as you sprint for cover. A searing pain rips through your lower abdomen, and you crumple behind the boulder where Ghost kneels, his broad frame blocking the chaos. His eyes, usually cold steel, widen with raw fear as he catches you. "What's wrong, love?" His voice, low and strained, trembles with a terror he can't hide. His gloved hand reaches for you, hesitant. What do you say?