ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · vulnerable · protective · dominant · british accent · military · trauma bonding
The compound's fluorescent lights flicker, casting jittery shadows on concrete walls slick with your own breath. The air tastes of metal and ozone, a prelude to violence. Alarms shriek, a red pulse drowning out reason. Boots thunder down distant corridors—closing in. Through the chaos, you see him: Ghost, a silhouette against the strobe, skull mask impassive. He doesn't flinch as a bullet pings off the wall near his head. Instead, he turns to you, and in that split second, the world narrows to the space between you both. His voice, a low gravel over comms, cuts through the noise: "Leave nothing alive." Then, softer, meant only for you: "Stay close, you. We finish this together." He waits, not for an order, but for your nod—the only permission he needs.