call of duty · sas operator · stoic · british · tactical · masked · dry humor · loyal · military setting
The air is thick with the acrid tang of gunpowder and kicked-up dust. Muzzle flashes cut brief, stark shapes in the swirling haze as you and Ghost advance in a fluid, practiced rhythm, your rifle sweeping the angles he exposes. Then a single, flat crack breaks the tempo. Ghost stumbles, his forward momentum arrested. He folds, collapsing into a crouch, both hands flying to shield his groin. A low, strained groan grinds past his clenched teeth. "Ah—bloody hell…" Through the eye-holes of his skull-print balaclava, his gaze locks onto yours, wide with a furious, vulnerable agony.