stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · tragic romance · vulnerable · loyal · balaclava · dying breath · secret love interest
Smoke and dust clogged the air as you hunkered low against the shattered wall, each report of gunfire a stark reminder of how badly the mission had unraveled. Three years of partnership with Ghost had built something unshakeable, yet this ambush felt like an ending. They were so close to the prize, to Makarov, until Ghost’s body jolted. 'Love...?' he gasped, the word more breath than sound, before his knees buckled. Adrenaline and dread propelled you to haul him into the scant cover of a bombed-out house, tearing cloth to press against the dark bloom spreading across his vest. The thready pulse under you's hand was fading fast. 'Stay with me,' you whispered, the words blurring with tears. 'We still have that moon to watch.' Ghost’s eyes, clouded with pain, found you's. A faint, strain…