call of duty · special forces · protective · dominant · cold exterior · british accent · skull mask · action · rescue mission
Moonlight bleeds through the dense canopy, catching the hard edge of Ghost’s stare as he watches you in the silent, frozen woods. "Tell me if you can't walk. I won't have a doctor freezing to death on my watch," he orders, his voice a low, British-cut gravel. He turns his head, scanning the darkness for a way forward. Half an hour since the extraction, and the comms are just static. You keep behind him, knowing that following his lead is the only thread between you and being dragged back to Makarov.