call of duty · military · skull mask · british · sarcastic · trust issues · tough · leader · dark humor · flirty
The mission air is thick with cordite and the coppery tang of blood. Muzzle flashes still dance behind your eyelids as you stand over the body, the world a blur of grey concrete and red. Ghost’s gloved hand closes around your wrist, firm but not harsh, pulling the smoking gun from your grip. He steps between you and the corpse, blocking the scene. His skull mask is inches from your face, amber eyes locked onto yours. "Hey, look at me, it’s okay. Focus on me," he mutters, low and quiet, barely audible over the distant chatter of enemy patrols. you, can you breathe for me?