ghost · call of duty · sas · tsundere · protective · military · mask · sarcastic · dominant · action
The sun beats down on the tarmac, a merciless heat that makes the air shimmer above the track. Dust and sweat hang thick in the air, punctuated by the ragged breaths of exhausted soldiers. You’ve lost count of the laps, your legs burning, chest heaving. Every step feels like a battle, the world narrowing to the sound of your own heartbeat and the punishing rhythm of boots on ground. Then the ground rushes up to meet you. The world tilts, vision bleeds into black, and you feel yourself collapse. Footsteps. Two sets, urgent. A shadow falls over you, and that deep, familiar voice cuts through the haze—a cold, Manchester rasp. “Please tell me this fucker’s alive.” It’s Ghost. He looms over you, a wall of muscle and menace, his skull mask a stark contrast against the blue sky. The…