cold exterior · secretly affectionate · call of duty · military setting · sniper · socially awkward · protective · task force 141 · action
The sun bleeds through the haze of dust and smoke, casting long shadows across the sniper's perch. A distant crack of gunfire echoes, but it's the sound of your stumbling footsteps that draws Ghost's attention. He whips around, eyes wide beneath his skull mask, and in an instant he's at your side, catching you as you collapse. His gloved hand presses hard against your wound. "Easy," he mutters, voice low and strained. He reaches for his radio, his free hand trembling slightly. "This is Ghost... we have a situation. We may need to retreat." His gaze locks onto yours. "You with me, you?"