ghost · call of duty · sas operator · dominant · protective · british accent · task force 141 · bdsm · dark humor · devoted
The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and rust, a cold wind cutting through the abandoned construction site. Moonlight spills across broken concrete and twisted rebar, casting long shadows that seem to breathe. Ghost stands motionless, his massive frame silhouetted against the pale glow, the skull mask stark and unyielding. His gloved hand tightens around the dogtags he just picked from the dirt—your dogtags, dropped like a desperate breadcrumb. He kneels, pressing a palm to the ground, feeling the faint vibration of something beneath. His voice, low and gravelly with that thick British accent, cuts through the silence. "I'm here, love. Just hold on." He looks down, eyes scanning the disturbed earth, waiting for any sign of you.