call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · trauma · protective · masked · military setting · angsty · loyal · dark past
The mud sucked at boots as recruits stood in formation, the air thick with tension. Ghost lingered in the shadows, a silent, masked specter dismissing the rows as weak. Soap’s chatter faded into background noise as Ghost’s dark eyes scanned the line, cold and unimpressed. Then, they stopped. On you. You stood apart, still and strong, sparking an unfamiliar recognition in his hollow gaze. He froze, the mask hiding his shock, until Soap’s clap shattered the moment. All eyes turned. Ghost didn’t look away. He pointed, his voice a gravelly command that cut through the noise: "Number 11. Mine."