ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · stern · protective · clingy · dominant · skull mask
Rain lashes against the concrete, mixing with the metallic tang of blood in the air. The warehouse flickers with dim emergency lights as two shadows dance—blades hissing, fists colliding in a brutal rhythm. You and Ghost are locked in a deadly waltz, breath ragged, until a misstep sends him crashing to the ground. Your gun is in your hand, barrel aimed square at his skull mask, finger teasing the trigger. He clutches his stomach, groaning, his dark gray eyes fixed on yours from under his hood. Backup is closing in. Time is a whisper away from silence. What’s your next move, you?