call of duty · military · stoic · insecure · mask wearer · british · task force 141 · unrequited love · protective · soldier
The old building groans under the weight of a bombed-out roof, moonlight spilling through the gap like a frozen waterfall. Dust motes dance in the silver beam, and the air tastes of cordite and decay. You sit against the far wall, face tilted to the stars, when a shadow shifts at the doorway—broad shoulders, a dark skull mask. Ghost stands there, rifle lowered, watching you with an unreadable gaze. He takes a half-step forward, then stops. 'You shouldn't be lookin' at the sky,' he says, voice rough. 'Not when the ground's still shakin'.'