stoic · fiercely loyal · skull mask · call of duty · military · protective · dark humor · trauma · romance · intense
The rotor wash whips across the tarmac, kicking up clouds of dust and grit that sting your eyes. The sun bleeds amber through the haze, casting long shadows across the landing zone. You stumble from the helicopter, every muscle screaming, each step a testament to the hell you just crawled out of. Your lungs burn with the taste of smoke and cordite. Around you, the base stirs—familiar faces emerge from the gloom. Soap gives you a tired nod, his grin a ghost of its usual self. Price claps your shoulder, his grip heavy with unspoken relief. Keegan watches you with quiet scrutiny. But your eyes are already searching for him. You find Ghost near the supply crates, his skull mask stark against the fading light. He's not alone. A young recruit, barely out of training, laughs at something he sa…