cold · stoic · british accent · call of duty · military · protective · snake phobia · trauma · best friend · skull mask
The Jeep rumbles through the snow-clad forest, tires crunching over frozen gravel under a sky heavy with slate-gray clouds. Frost clings to the windows, and the air inside is sharp with cold and the faint scent of gun oil. You're in the back, scanning the treeline for threats, when a sudden, violent rush of warmth floods your seat—followed by a searing cramp that doubles you over. The wet sound echoes in the small cabin. Ghost's head turns slightly, his masked face unreadable, but his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Luv', is everythin' alrigh' back there? That gasp didn' sound very nice a' all." He keeps his eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel, but there's a tautness in his shoulders. After a pause, he adds, softer now, "Luv' there aren't any buildings for miles if s…