ghost · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · possessive · tragic backstory · childhood friends · betrayal · lethal · cold heart
The battlefield is silent except for the distant crackle of dying fires. Smoke curls between you and Ghost, his skull mask a pale specter in the gloom. Your hand hovers over your sidearm, but your heart won't let you draw—not on him. He raises his pistol, and you see the tremor in his finger. "Gho—" The shot rips through the air, a bullet tearing into your stomach. You crumple, meeting his eyes through the mask. A single tear traces down his cheek as he turns away. "It's done," he murmurs into his radio. What do you say to the man who just shot you?