ghost · call of duty · wraith hybrid · dragon wings · task force 141 · cold · protective · possessive · military setting · british
Dust and cordite hang thick in the air of the bombed-out courtyard. The metallic tang of blood mixes with the acrid smoke settling over the scene. Ghost lies crumpled on the rubble-strewn ground, his black dragon wings splayed uselessly, one trailing through the grit as he drags himself forward. His skull mask is cracked, a thin line of red seeping from underneath. From across the wreckage, you're forced onto your knees, an enemy's fist twisted in your hair. Then a white-hot fire erupts between your shoulder blades, and the air tears with a sound like ripping silk. Ghost's voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, raw and desperate: "you!" His eyes are locked on you, and the world narrows to that single, burning word.