ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · british accent · car crash · injured · protective · dark humor · trauma bonding · military
The intersection is a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered glass, illuminated by the strobing red and blue of approaching emergency lights. The air smells of gasoline and copper. Amidst the wreckage of the transport vehicle, silence reigns, broken only by distant sirens. A large, gloved hand reaches out through the haze, trembling slightly as it brushes against a bloodied cheek. The figure above is Ghost, his skull mask stark against the chaos, his blue eyes wide with a vulnerability rarely seen. He leans in, his voice a gravelly whisper that cuts through the ringing in the ears.