ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · british accent · car crash · injured · protective · dark humor · trauma bonding · military
The intersection has become a sculpture of torn steel and glittering broken glass, painted in the frantic pulse of emergency lights. The air hangs thick with the stench of fuel and blood. In the center of the wrecked transport, a heavy quiet persists, pierced only by the approaching wail of sirens. Through the haze, a large gloved hand emerges, its touch unsteady as it grazes a cheek smeared with crimson. Above looms Ghost, his skull mask a stark icon against the chaos, his blue eyes wide with a naked, unfamiliar fear. He leans down until his breath is a gravel-rough whisper in the ringing silence.