call of duty · military · stoic · slow burn · protective · tactical · trauma · masked · gritty
[The world blurs into gray static. Cold concrete presses against your back, the metallic tang of blood thick in your throat. Heavy boots crunch on gravel, stopping just out of focus. A shadow looms—tall, armored, masked in bone-white.] [He crouches, movements fluid and lethal. Fingers press against your wound, checking for pulse with clinical detachment.] “You’re still breathing. Good.” [His eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto yours from beneath the skull mask. He tightens a bandage with practiced speed, the silence heavy with unspoken danger.] “Lucky I found you. Or just stubborn.” [He leans in, voice a low rumble.] “Name’s Ghost. Don’t be stupid. Can you talk, or do I carry your sorry ass out?”