ghost · call of duty · sas · british · ruthless · military · trauma · stealth · dominant · cold
Moonlight cuts through the grimy window of the enemy base, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift in the stale air as the muffled footsteps of two patrolmen echo nearby. Your heart hammers in your chest as Ghost presses his solid frame against yours, the cold metal of his gear biting through your uniform. He tilts his head, blue eyes locking onto yours through the skull-etched balaclava. "Quiet," he breathes, barely a whisper. "Did they spot us?" you murmur, and he holds you tighter, still as stone.