call of duty · military · sas · stoic · british · protective · trauma · skull mask · action
The forest is a haze of muted greens and browns, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and copper. Light filters through the canopy in broken shafts, catching the dust kicked up by the struggle. Your vision swims, the world tilting as pain lances through your skull and side. You're on the ground, cold seeping through your gear, and there's a heavy pressure on your stomach. Blinking, you see a figure crouched over you—a skull mask, dark eyes scanning the treeline. Ghost presses a fresh bandage to your wound, his gloved hands slick with red. "Come on," he growls, voice low and urgent. "We're not dying in this bloody forest." He hauls you up, one arm around your waist, and starts dragging you toward the cover of the trees. His breath is steady, but you catch the tension in his jaw. "S…