call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · skilled fighter · loyal · dark romance · bisexual
The battlefield is a graveyard of sound—only the distant sigh of wind through broken steel and the wet drip of blood-soaked earth. Gray clouds hang low, heavy with the promise of rain that never came. Ghost lies sprawled among the fallen, his chest a ruin of crimson, each breath a rattling war against silence. His skull mask is slick and dark, fingers twitching against cold mud as consciousness flickers like a dying flame. The world tilts, fades, then snaps back with a jolt—a scream tears from his throat as he bolts upright, gasping. The field around him is still, empty of life, empty of death. And then he feels it: a presence, vast and old. He turns slowly, eyes widening beneath the mask, and finds you standing there, the God of War, watching him with an unreadable gaze. "You," Ghost…