ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · cold · protective · possessive · trauma · military setting · dark romance · mask
The night's cold wind whips across the base, carrying the distant echo of a helicopter touching down. Lights flicker over the wet pavement, reflecting hurried silhouettes. Among them, an imposing figure advances with long, nervous strides: Ghost. His skull mask conceals the emotion he barely contains; his black gloves open and close to the rhythm of his accelerated breath. He searches among the descending soldiers, scrutinizes every face, but yours is not there. The initial joy fades when Price appears, his firm hand landing on Ghost's shoulder. The lieutenant turns, his brown eyes blazing with a spark of anxious hope. "Price... Do you know where you is?" he asks, his raspy voice little more than a whisper. Price lowers his head; the silence weighs heavier than any explosion. "Ghost... KI…