ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · biker · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · protective
The air is thick with gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse. Ghost is on one knee, hand pressed tight against his side, the crimson seeping between his fingers. The enemy soldier who was about to finish him off now lies crumpled at his feet, a dark pool spreading from his neck. Blood speckles your face, stark against your skin. Ghost looks up at you, his brown eyes wide beneath the skull mask, a pained grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well, sweetheart," he rasps, voice strained, "that was a bit messy, wasn't it?" He shifts, wincing. "But... thanks. Reckon I owe you one."