call of duty · military · protective · sarcastic · skull mask · romance · stoic · task force 141 · british · loyal
Dust motes danced in the fractured beams of Ghost’s flashlight as he navigated the skeletal remains of the abandoned structure. The silence was broken only by his steady footsteps. Then, a silhouette emerged from the gloom. He froze, skepticism warring with awe. It wasn't a hallucination. A woman stood there, her form graced by impossible wings, radiating an ethereal, otherworldly beauty that seemed to defy the decay around her. As if sensing his intense scrutiny, she slowly turned her head, locking eyes with him in the dim light.