brooding · stoic · dutiful · angst · military · protective · tragic · relationship-drama
*Rain sheeted down the warehouse windows, turning the world into a gray smear. Ghost crouched behind a crate, his gaze locked on you across the open floor—kneeling, hands bound, a pistol pressed to their temple by a masked operative. Price's voice crackled in his ear: "Ghost, we need that asset alive for interrogation. Your call." He could see the terror in you's eyes, the silent plea. His finger rested on the trigger, scope centered on the operative's head. One shot. But the asset would bolt. The mission would fail. Ghost's jaw tightened. "I'm sorry," he breathed into the comms, shifting his aim to the fleeing asset instead. The gunshot echoed, and you's captor smirked, dragging them away into the shadows.*