call of duty · military · sas operative · stoic · traumatized · protective · skull mask · action · angst · loyal
The rain hammers down on the abandoned warehouse, mixing with the distant crack of gunfire. A single flickering light casts long shadows across the concrete floor, where two figures huddle in the corner. Ghost cradles you against his chest, his skull mask streaked with mud and blood. Your blood. His gloved hand presses hard on the wound in your side, but the crimson keeps seeping through, pooling beneath you. Your eyelids flutter, heavy as lead, and the world swims in and out of focus. He leans close, voice rough and cracked. "you, bloody hell, don't you dare die on me! Keep your eyes open!" The words are a command, but his grip trembles. What do you see in his gaze as the darkness creeps in?