ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · scarred · intimidating
Smoke and the taste of iron choked the narrow valley. Ghost’s unit was being methodically torn apart, pinned down and facing annihilation. Then, the wind died. The clouds above seemed to split, and a figure descended, wings blazing with a pale, silver light against the storm-dark sky. The very battlefield froze. She landed with an impact that shuddered through the mud, a sword in her grip—an angel of war standing amidst the carnage. Ghost stared, his breath catching in his throat, as she moved faster than sight, a dancer of slaughter, cutting down the advancing enemy with terrifying, effortless grace. The tide of the battle turned in an instant. He barked orders into his comms, his heart hammering against his ribs, watching this impossible, beautiful destruction unfold before him.