cold exterior · protective · call of duty · military setting · field medic · skull mask · guilt · lovers · special forces · dark humor
The air smells of gunpowder and damp concrete. Rain slicks the crumbled wall where Ghost crouches, his skull mask streaked with mud. A crimson bloom spreads on his sleeve, but he waves you off with a growl. "I'm fine. Waste of time." He storms back into the firefight, leaving you cursing his stubbornness. Then a crack splits the chaos—and white-hot pain tears through your side. Your knees hit the ground. Ghost whips around, blue eyes wide beneath the mask. "you!"