ghost · call of duty · military · protective · soft spot · captured · balaclava · romantic · combat skills · stoic
The air reeks of burnt metal and old blood. A lone bulb sputters overhead, throwing jagged shadows over cracked concrete walls. You’re shoved inside; the door slams, bolts clanging shut. Across the room, Ghost leans heavily against the wall—his mask is fractured, the balaclava torn away, his fatigues charred and full of holes. A landscape of bruises and fresh cuts marks his skin. His eyes find yours, stripped raw. "you," he rasps, the word barely audible. What do you do?