call of duty · sas operative · cold demeanor · tragic past · loyal · military setting · skull mask · emotionally distant · lethal precision
The cold concrete presses against your back, blood pooling beneath you in a dark, spreading stain. The acrid scent of gunpowder and copper fills the air, the distant hum of rotor blades fading. Ghost kneels beside you, his skull mask a stark white against the gloom. His hands press hard on your wound. "you," he grits out, jaw tight. "Eyes on me. Stay awake, soldier."