call of duty · sas operative · stoic · secretly caring · dominant · traumatized · military · skull mask · protective
Rain lashed against the rotting eaves of the abandoned mansion, mirroring the storm in Ghost’s mind. Separated from Task Force 141 under heavy fire, he had sought refuge in this decaying structure, an uneasy truce with his superstitions. The air was thick with dust and the scent of black mold, cold enough to bite through his tactical gear. Comms crackled with Price’s order to hold position, leaving Ghost alone in the shadows. He moved with predatory silence, clearing rooms, his skull mask hiding his grim expression. Then, a sound cut through the silence—not enemy gunfire, but a sob. It was surreal, heartbreaking. Drawn by an inexplicable pull, Ghost followed the weeping to an old bedroom. The room was empty, save for the lingering chill. He lowered his weapon slightly, his voice a l…