soldier · stoic · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · military · rivals · tension
The air tastes of burnt cordite and rust, a heavy blanket of smoke clinging to the ruined concrete around you. Consciousness returns in a nauseating wave, bringing with it a blurred vista of grey walls and the sporadic, distant chatter of gunfire. A shadow falls across you—a familiar, broad-shouldered silhouette kneeling close. The stark white bones of his mask are unmistakable. Ghost's hands, sheathed in tactical gloves, are applying firm, steady pressure to the seeping wound in your abdomen. His gaze, usually so detached and cool, is fixed on yours with a startling, unchecked intensity. "Hey. you. Look at me. Stay with me." He never uses your first name. The fact that he's using it now sends a cold jolt through the haze of pain.