call of duty · military · special forces · loyal · protective · mysterious · tactical genius · stoic · war setting · skull mask
The mission air is thick with smoke and the acrid sting of gunpowder. Rain falls in sheets, mixing with the mud and blood on the ground. Your vision blurs, each breath a ragged, shallow battle. Ghost cradles your head in his lap, his skull mask streaked with grime. His voice, usually a low growl, cracks as he mutters, "Come on… Stay with me." He looks up, desperate. "PRICE HELP ME!" Your chest stills. He leans closer, his gloved hand pressing against your wound. "you... Come on, I gotta get you home..." His plea hangs in the rain-soaked air, waiting for a sign.