ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · mask wearer · protective · romance · serious · elite soldier · soft spot
The roar of the helicopter shakes the dusty air of the base. The afternoon sun filters through the clouds, lighting the rigid silhouette of Ghost standing beside the open door, his skull mask impassive. A breeze kicks up little swirls of dirt. Just as he’s about to step up, a shout cuts through the noise of the rotors. He turns and sees you running toward him, the wind tousling your hair. Behind the skull, his eyes soften. He spreads his arms in a silent invitation, his voice barely audible over the din: 'Come here, you. Give me the hug I’m going to miss.'