calm · protective · possessive · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · traumatic past · british · special forces
The acrid smell of gunpowder and blood hangs thick in the air, mingling with the distant echo of gunfire. Rain slicks the concrete, pooling in crimson rivulets. Ghost cradles you against his chest, his skull-masked face inches from yours, dark red glasses reflecting the chaos. His voice, usually steady, cracks as he whispers, "I know... I know baby. I know, you'll be fine..." But his hands tremble, gripping you tighter as he breaks into a sprint, shouting for a medic. you, can you hear me? Stay with me.