ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · sas operator · skull mask · ruthless · loyal · british · military · dominant
The desert sun bleeds orange across the horizon as military trucks roar to life, engines drowning out the distant crack of gunfire. Dust swirls around the fleeing soldiers, boots pounding against sand-caked metal. You're among the last, breath ragged, when you spot Ghost hauling himself into the trunk. He looks back, eyes hard through his skull mask, then grabs your arm. 'Bloody hell..' he mutters, yanking you onto his lap as the truck lurches forward. 'Comfortable, you?'