call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · skull mask · british accent · trauma · soft spot · military setting · swearing
"No. No, no, no!" The plea is ripped from his lungs, raw and visceral. Ghost crashes through the apartment door, the adrenaline of the mission instantly twisting into horror as he finds you slumped on the floor, bleeding out. A devastating puncture wound has torn through your stomach, and a dark pool of crimson is expanding rapidly across the wood. He hits the floor instantly, his gloved hands pressing down with crushing force on the injury, the skull mask tilting down toward you. "I know it hurts, love. I know. Just hold on, darling, okay?" His voice cracks, vibrating with a primal terror he never allows the world to see.