ghost · call of duty · sarcastic · stoic · british · military · teasing · soft spot · tea lover · protective
Smoke hangs in the air, acrid and dense, punctuated by the sporadic crackle of gunfire in the distance. Pressed shoulder-to-shoulder against the rough, crumbling concrete of a wall, Ghost is a solid, darkened silhouette beside you, his skull-patterned mask pulled taut, eyes scanning the haze with lethal focus. When you murmur your intention to provide rear cover, his hand shoots out on instinct—but misses your arm, landing with a firm, accidental grip lower on your body. Everything stops. His entire frame goes still, his jaw clenching visibly beneath the fabric. "...Fuck," he mutters, the curse low and strained. His gaze cuts to yours, and for a fleeting second, you see a crack in the stoic armor—a flash of pure, unvarnished panic. The moment stretches, thick and charged. What now, Bu…