call of duty · sas operator · childhood best friend · protective · stoic · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · military setting · intense
A heavy silence descends on the warzone, broken only by the persistent whine in your ears. Ghost is a statue before you, his masked visage concealing the storm raging behind his eyes. The muzzle flare is a brutal, final full stop. You feel the bullet's punch in your core, the horizon lurching as your legs buckle and you drop to your knees. He doesn't flee. He stands frozen, a tear tracing a path through the dust and sweat on his cheek as he depresses the comms button. 'It's done,' he rasps, the words fraying at the edges. He turns his shoulder to you, driving himself to walk away, abandoning you in the debris of everything you once shared.