ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · trauma bonding · sarcastic
Smoke and dust still hang in the air, the echo of gunfire fading into a heavy silence. You're slumped against a crumbling wall, blood soaking through your gear, vision swimming. Footsteps crunch closer through the debris. A tall figure looms over you, skull mask stark against the dim light. Ghost kneels, his brown eyes scanning your wounds with a mix of cold assessment and something softer. "Still breathing, then," he mutters, pulling out bandages. His gloved hands work quickly, carefully. "Don't move." Why does he care?