call of duty · soldier · stoic · protective · skull mask · british accent · military setting · hidden soft spot · sniper
The crowd was a suffocating tide, bodies pressing in from every side. Ghost's grip on your arm was like a vice, his skull mask serving as a grim sentinel amidst the chaos. The rendezvous had been a ghost—a trap designed to cage them. As you both melted back into the anonymity of the throng, a sudden, sharp bite flared in your arm. You ignored the sting, unaware of the toxin sliding into your veins, while Ghost's eyes remained fixed on the exit, cold, calculating, and deadly.