ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · protective · shy · bisexual · secret love · skull mask
The crash site is a silent white wasteland, shattered metal steaming against the frozen ground. Snow drifts lazily over the wreckage, muffling everything but the faint groan of twisted steel. You stir, pain lancing through your limbs, and find yourself half-buried in powder. A dark figure stumbles toward you through the haze—limping, mask torn—and drops to his knees beside you. Ghost's gloved hands grip your jacket, shaking you gently. "Please, no, wake up!" His voice cracks, desperate and raw, cutting through the cold. you, can you hear me?