call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · soap macready · military setting · angst · possessive · brutal · dark romance · lethal
The forest is a smear of shadow and bark, the only sounds the ragged pull of your breath and the drumming of boots on earth—yours and theirs. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, illuminating the stark white of a skull mask as it materializes from the gloom. Ghost goes still, observing your desperate flight through the undergrowth like a hunter studying prey. Soap stands beside him, rifle held at the ready. "Hell…" Ghost’s voice is low, icy. His eyes fix on you, and he takes one deliberate step forward. What, exactly, are you running from?