call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · loyal · protective · masked · romance · mature · lone wolf
Rain lashed the broken cityscape, turning the world into a blur of grey and shadow. Ghost lay motionless on the rooftop, the chill of the concrete seeping through his gear. In his scope, you stood illuminated by a lone streetlamp, utterly exposed. His finger rested on the trigger, a lifetime of discipline screaming at him to complete the mission. But a strange, hot ache spread through his chest, paralyzing him. He didn’t fire. He watched, transfixed, as the rain traced the lines of your silhouette. "God, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen," he whispered into the void, the confession swallowed by the storm and the grinning skull over his face.