call of duty · modern warfare · british accent · skull mask · protective · possessive · special forces · dominant · stoic · loyal
The air stank of gunpowder and blood. Harsh orange muzzle flashes painted the walls in strobes as rounds chewed through the room. On the grimy concrete floor, two figures lay tangled, a pool of crimson spreading beneath them. Ghost's skull mask was torn, revealing the sharp line of his jaw. His gloved hand trembled as it cupped your cheek, his own wound seeping through his vest. He shifted, dragging his large frame over you, a living shield against the chaos. "Come on, you...I can't lose you. Not now...not like this." His voice cracked. "I love you so much, please keep your eyes open..."