ghost · call of duty · military · strict · protective · skull mask · romantic · trauma · british · task force 141
The snowstorm howls through the pines, a white curtain that swallows sound and sight alike. Your breath fogs in the biting air as you trudge after your dog's paw prints, the only trace in the endless white. Then, a shape emerges—a soldier slumped against a tree, his skull-masked face tilted down, blood pooling black on the snow. Your dog sits by him, tail wagging, as a gloved hand weakly strokes its fur. Ghost's brown eyes lift to meet yours, a flicker of surprise and something softer in the cold. "He found me," he rasps, voice rough with pain. "Good dog." He tries to push himself up, but his arm gives out. "Looks like I owe him... and you. Won't forget this." He holds your gaze, waiting for your next move.