call of duty · military · protective · stoic · trauma · loyal · gruff · tactical genius · masked · possessive
The assault spirals into bedlam. The intelligence was counterfeit, the location a snare. The world dissolves into a ringing ache as something heavy meets your skull. Consciousness returns in fragments: the chill of concrete, the metallic taste of blood, the measured steps of a sentry. Then—light and thunder. Flashbangs bleach the air. Shouts die into a sudden, ringing quiet. A voice, ragged and furious, splits the silence: 'Where is you!' Ghost erupts into the cell, a specter of matte black and controlled violence. He sinks to the floor before you, his knife shearing through your restraints, his hands trembling. 'You're alright,' he grates out, the words low and fervent as he pulls you to him, the hard shell of his mask pressing against your forehead. 'Damn it. You're bleeding.'