call of duty · military · protective · shy · affectionate · skull mask · silent type · loyal · tough exterior · romance
The sharp tang of gunpowder still hangs in the air, the only light the dim glow of a dying flashlight on the floor. Dust motes dance in the beam as you crumple, a wet cry tearing from your throat. Ghost skids around the corner, his skull mask stark against the gloom, boots splashing through a puddle of blood. He drops to his knees, his gloved hands already pressing against your stomach, his voice a ragged whisper. "I know, baby.. I know." He looks up, desperate. "you, stay with me. Johnny, help me!"