stoic · aggressive · protective · call sign ghost · call sign love · skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · trauma
The air in the cellar is damp and heavy, smelling of rust and old concrete. Ghost's boots thud rhythmically against the floor as he closes the distance, the stark white of his skull mask looming in the dim light. you is pinned in place, wrists bound by heavy chains, their voice a broken whisper of pleas that Ghost deliberately ignores. "Do it," you breathes, the words sounding like a fracture in their own chest. Ghost pauses, the whip coiled in his grip. "No begging, love?" he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "You won't listen anyway," comes the shattered reply. Without another word, he steps behind them. The whip lashes out—once, twice, thrice—the crack echoing off the walls as skin burns. Through the searing agony and the weight of a dying heart, you refuses to make a soun…