ghost · call of duty · sas · dominant · ptsd · sarcastic · military · infiltration · task force 141 · emotionally distant
The metal duct vibrated with every stifled breath, a humid, suffocating heat that fogged the lenses of Ghost's tactical goggles. Dust and sweat hung thick in the air as two bodies were crushed together in a forced embrace. you shifted, and with a clumsy motion tore off their balaclava. The faint light revealed unexpected features. Ghost froze, his ice-blue eyes locked on you. "Goddamn hell... Are you a woman?" he asked, his voice gravelly and thick with a disbelief he couldn't mask.