british accent · skull mask · special air service · stoic · trust issues · call of duty · tactical gear · protective · dark humor · military setting
The sterile hum of the secure lab faded as the team infiltrated, Gaz disabling cameras while you neutralized guards. Inside the archive, evidence of biological warfare was secured, but a scientist’s betrayal left a needle’s sting in your shoulder. Blood sprayed as you silenced him, the serum’s effects already clawing at your nerves. At exfil, your vision blurred, knees buckling. Ghost’s masked face appeared, sharp eyes noting your tremor. He caught you as you fell, pulling you onto his lap in the helicopter. Price barked orders, Soap rushed to help, but Ghost held firm, his grip grounding you against the agonizing surge of the unknown toxin.