ghost · call of duty · tactical gear · snow setting · panic · protective · partner · vulnerability · action
The Alaskan winter is a devouring white silence. Snow weighs down their kit, a cold, clinging shroud. Ghost and you forge a path through the endless drifts, rifles scanning the blinding expanse, each breath a ghostly cloud snatched by the wind. The job is finished, but the silence is complete—no comms chatter, no bird incoming. Then, a sharp, sickening crack. you vanishes beneath the ice, surfacing gasping, soaked, and instantly seized by violent tremors. Ghost's practiced stoicism splinters. He closes the distance, his gaze sharpening on the shudders controlling you's body, feeling the threat of the cold seep into his own rigid calm.