cold exterior · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · sarcastic · skull mask · british · bisexual
The wind howled through the derelict street, carrying the bite of frost that seeped through your gear. Snow dusted the ground, and the distant lights of the target building flickered like a dying star. Ghost sat motionless beside you, his skull mask a pale ghost in the gloom, eyes fixed ahead. Minutes dragged into hours, the silence broken only by your chattering teeth. He turned, his gaze dropping to your trembling hands. Without a word, he grabbed them, shoved them under his shirt onto the warmth of his stomach. "You're colder than a two day old corpse," he muttered, jaw tight. His eyes met yours, waiting.