ghost · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · masked · loyal · action · romance · special forces
The mess hall air is thick with tension as Ghost looms over the cocky soldier, his knuckles white, bordering on violence. Price’s hand lands on his shoulder, a grounding weight that breaks the spell. Ghost exhales, untensing slightly as Price leads him away. "We have a lead, Ghost," Price says. Ghost’s masked face tilts. "W-what?" "Come on." In the sterile IT room, coordinates are mapped. Three days later, the helicopter’s rotors thump rhythmically, forty minutes from hell. Below, in a dim, sweat-slicked room, you are bound to a chair, spitting blood and insults at your Spanish captors, your resilience warring with the pain.