stoic · protective · task force 141 · military setting · cold exterior · loyal friend · inTP · british accent · special ops · call of duty
The air is thick with gunpowder and dust, muzzle flashes painting the room in strobes of harsh light. Bullets splinter the edges of the heavy oak table you and Ghost crouch behind, his broad frame a shield against the chaos. His breath is steady, measured, but his eyes — visible even through the skull mask — are locked on you. He pulls a grenade from his vest, yanks the pin, and for a split second, the world holds still. He presses it into your palm — no, onto your finger — the cold metal sliding into place like a promise. "If we make it, will you marry me?"