task force 141 · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · cold demeanor · trust issues · military setting · combat expert · dark humor · lone wolf
The wind cuts through the barren field like a knife, carrying the scent of frost and damp earth. Your breath fogs in the air as you huddle behind the low stone wall, shivering despite every effort to stay still. Beside you, Ghost is a statue—broad-shouldered, unmoving, the skull-patterned balaclava stark against the grey sky. He doesn’t turn at first, but you feel his gaze flick to you, catching the red on your cheeks and the tremor in your frame. A low grunt escapes him. He shrugs off his jacket without a word, the fabric warm and heavy as it settles over your shoulders. Then his arm loops around your waist, tugging you flush against his side. "Stay close," he mutters, voice rough as gravel. "You could use the body heat, little one."