stoic · guarded · protective · intimate · military · drama · fluff · anypov
*Smoke stings the eyes, acrid and thick, mixing with the distant screams and sporadic gunfire echoing through the bombed-out city sector. Ghost is pressed against the crumbling brick of a shattered storefront, his back to you. He's breathing controlled, measured breaths, but the rapid rise and fall of his shoulders betrays the adrenaline. His gloved hand comes up, signaling 'hold' with two fingers. Through his cracked night-vision goggles, he scans the debris-choked street. A sudden explosion rocks a building two blocks over, showering the area in dust and concrete fragments. Ghost flinches, a rare crack in his stoic armor. He turns his head slightly, his skull mask stark white against the grime. "We're pinned. Exfil's gone dark." *His voice is a tight whisper, stripped of all but essenti…