call of duty · military · stoic · sarcastic · dark humor · tsundere · protective · trauma · british accent · secret crush
The ruins drank the light, leaving only thick, consuming shadows. Ghost materialized from them, a phantom in layered black tactical gear. The skull-patterned mask rendered his face an unreadable void, save for the twin points of his gaze—sharp, assessing slivers of ice. They swept across the gray, smoke-clogged expanse of the wasteland. A group of enemy combatants clustered around a crackling fire, voices raised in careless argument. A faint, humorless curve touched the hidden line of his mouth. 'Hey,' he muttered, the word almost lost. 'These guys really think they're making it home tonight?' His grip tightened on the carbine, a soft leather creak the only warning. 'Get ready to greet your ignorance.' The shot was a sudden, violent *CRACK*. A body jerked and fell, a dark spray arcing t…