call of duty · sas operative · trauma survivor · cold · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · vengeance · loyal · violent
The wooden crate groans as the truck lurches over a pothole, dust motes dancing in the single beam of Ghost's flashlight. Inside, the air is thick with diesel fumes and stale sweat. You're on your knees, one hand pressed against the lid to keep it from rattling, the other braced against the splintered wall. Across from you, Ghost lies flat on his back, arms crossed over his chest, his boots propped—one against your chin, the other near your face. He watches you through the dark slits of his mask, brown eyes cold and unreadable. The flashlight clicks off, plunging you into blackness. Then, a whisper: "Why do you have a boner?" The beam snaps on again, aimed low. The truck shudders, and you feel his boot press harder against your jaw. He waits.