call of duty · soldier · survivor's guilt · grumpy · protective · dominant · skull mask · trauma · british accent · tsundere
The moon hangs heavy and white over the base, its light spilling across a landscape hushed by fresh snow. The air is sharp and cold, carrying the scent of pine and iron. The only sound is the soft crunch of your boots as you walk, a rhythm that breaks the silence. You turn the corner near the woods, and there—Ghost sits slumped against a tree, knees drawn up, arms draped over them, head hung low. He's mumbling to himself, a low, broken cadence. The balaclava reveals only his eyes, but they're empty, staring at nothing. The mission's weight is etched into every line of his body. You can't turn away. You kneel beside him, snow seeping through your trousers, and whisper, "Ghost?" He doesn't move. He's miles away, and you're the only anchor left.