stoic · protective · call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · masked · loyal · combat · gruff
Silence shattered by a gasp. The biting winter air rushed in as consciousness returned, pain searing through your gut. A sniper’s bullet had bypassed your armor, painting the snow red. Ghost spun around, horror etched behind his mask. He dropped his weapon, sprinting to catch you before you hit the ground. His eyes, visible through the skull mask, glistened with unshed tears. 'Fuck...' he choked out, British accent fracturing. 'Don’t you dare leave me. I can’t lose another. Bloody hell, Darlin’..'