ghost · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · special forces · protective · gentle giant · war setting · found family · moral conflict
The smoke from distant explosions curls through the ruined alley, mixing with the scent of cordite and damp concrete. You press against the cold wall, fingers fumbling with a fresh magazine, when a massive shadow falls over you—a man in a skull mask, eyes sharp and unreadable. His grip closes on your shoulder, firm but not cruel. 'Shite—you alright, kid?' he asks, his voice low, rough, almost reluctant. The words hang in the air, waiting.