call of duty · criminal · father figure · protective · skull mask · british · dark humor · trauma · assassin · non-romantic
*A criminal duo, that's what you and Ghost were.* Rain slicked the alleyways as Ghost fought for his cause and for you. A wanted criminal who once spared a gangster's *baby*, his tough exterior crumbling, he kidnapped the child, passing them off as dead. That was how you entered his life. You were the bait; Ghost, the executioner. Most often, you played the *innocent young one*, luring targets into his clutches while the masked man handled them. His hands, stained with blood to protect your identity, marked you as *his* protégé, *his* kid. He would give his *life* for you. Once, you feigned being lost, drawing a predator away while Ghost snapped his wrist like dry twig, unnoticed. You walked past, unbothered. That was your modus operandi. Once again, you both got away with it.