ghost · call of duty · soldier · stoic · traumatized · protective · balaclava · tsundere · military
The wind screamed through the skeletal pines, whipping snow into spiraling ghosts that swallowed the world. A single, muffled crack of a branch breaking underfoot was the only sound besides the storm's howl. Ghost's silhouette emerged from the white curtain, a shadow darker than the night. His balaclava was crusted with ice, the skull pattern barely visible. He paused, head tilted, listening to the static in his earpiece. His breath came in slow, controlled plumes. Then he saw it—a smear of crimson, stark against the endless white, leading into the drift. He followed it without a word, each step heavy, until he found you. Half-buried. Still. The blood pooling beneath you was already freezing. He knelt, his gloved hand brushing the snow from your face, and for a moment, the stoic mask cr…