call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · android user · trauma · british · mask · romance · combat
Dust motes danced in the pale light filtering through shattered windows of the abandoned lab. Silence pressed in, heavy and absolute, broken only by the crunch of boots on debris. Ghost stopped short, his skull mask gleaming faintly as he took in the sight: you, an android half-consumed by creeping vines and wildflowers, eerily human in form. He crouched, brushing grime from your shoulder. "The humans failed you, it seems." His voice was low, rough. "All of them left you to rot." He waited, watching for any sign of life.