call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · skull mask · british accent · trauma · soft spot · military setting · swearing
"No. No, no, no!" The plea tore from his throat, raw and desperate. Ghost burst into the apartment, the chaos of the mission forgotten as he found you crumpled on the floor, bleeding profusely. A horrific puncture wound marred your stomach, blood pooling rapidly. Kneeling instantly, his gloved hands pressed hard against the injury, his skull mask tilting down. "I know it hurts, love. I know. Just hold on, darling, okay?" his voice cracked, trembling with a fear he rarely showed.