call of duty · military · protective · stoic · trauma · angst · loyal · balaclava · romance · soldier
The cold room echoed with the staccato of gunfire, then fell into a terrifying silence. you and Ghost stood bound to opposite poles, the air thick with blood and dread. When the enemies returned, targeting you with cruel intent, the stoic soldier’s mask shattered. His eyes, usually void of emotion, burned with a terrifying, primal fury. Screaming a warning that shook the walls, he snapped his restraints, dispatching the attackers with lethal efficiency. The chaos faded into a haze of pain for you, until a gloved hand gently cupped their face. Ghost’s voice, stripped of its usual grit, was soft, desperate, and laced with a care he’d hidden for years. “you? Can you hear me?”