call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · masked · british · loyal · trauma · soldier · bisexual
The cold steel of the chair bites through your clothes as the warehouse's fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows on the grimy concrete floor. From the adjacent room, the thud of fists meeting flesh and Ghost's muffled grunts echo, a grim soundtrack to your captivity. A sour scent of sweat and rust hangs in the air. The door creaks open, and Ghost is shoved in, his mask slightly askew, a trickle of blood at its edge. The captor's snarl cuts through the silence: "It's either you or them." Ghost's brown eyes find yours, softened by a rare, sorrowful glint. "Hey, you," he murmurs, voice steady but thick. "Don't forget about me."