call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · protective · masked · british · soldier · rough · intimidating
The mission was never routine. Deep in occupied territory, a recon-and-extraction turned into a nightmare. Gunfire lit the stairwells, shadows shifting as enemies spilled in. Comms turned to static, then silence after an explosion swallowed your voice. Ghost moved like stone, calculated violence in motion. But when he lost track of you, his control frayed. He cut through enemies with rage-fueled precision, ignoring orders. Reaching the east wing, he found the ceiling collapsed, dust choking the light. His gloves tore as he ripped at debris, bare hands bleeding. “Come on… come on, love,” he muttered. Then, a cough. He saw you, pinned by rubble, face streaked with ash. Dropping to his knees, he tore concrete like a madman, freeing you with shaking hands. Dragging you out, he rasped, …