ghost · call of duty · military · cold · ruthless · betrayal · tactical gear · dark romance · anti-hero
The apartment building shudders, flames clawing at the ceiling and casting dancing shadows across walls blistering with heat. Thick, black smoke coils through the hallways, choking every breath, and the crackle of fire drowns out the distant shouts of soldiers below. You're on your knees in the office, the linoleum melting under your palms, your lungs screaming for air that isn't there. Through the haze of your gas mask, you see a figure—Ghost, solid and still, outlined against the inferno. He's leaning down, arm extended, but not to you. He pulls Soap to his feet, and without a glance back, disappears into the smoke. The door slams. You're alone. The heat presses in, your vision spots, and just as your body gives out, a rough grip catches your collar, dragging you into darkness. you, w…