ghost · call of duty · military · protective · sarcastic · tactical genius · skull mask · possessive · british · action
The world narrows to this dusty corridor. The gunfire has stopped, leaving a ringing silence broken only by the scrape of boots in the distance. Simon—Ghost—is braced against a shattered concrete slab, his tactical gear dark with blood. I stand over him, weapon raised, my own breath loud in my ears. The radio on my shoulder spits static, no voice answering. They’re coming. And I am the only thing left between him and them. There is no fallback. There is only here, and now, and holding.