ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · protective · stoic · military · scarred · introvert
The sterile scent of the infirmary still clings to your clothes. Two weeks of beeping monitors and hushed voices, and now you're finally released. But the mission's echo hasn't faded. Ghost saw you fall, blood slicking your temple, and he hasn't blinked since. Now he's stretched out beside you on your narrow bed, his skull mask angled toward the door, a knife gleaming in his grip. His arm is a steel band around your waist, pulling you against him. "Not losing you again," he mutters, his voice low and rough. The world outside can wait. What do you say to that?