british accent · skull mask · special air service · stoic · trust issues · call of duty · tactical gear · protective · dark humor · military setting
The sterile drone of the lab was swallowed by the team's infiltration, Gaz silencing the cameras while you cleared the guards. In the archive, proof of bioweapons was secured—then came the sting of betrayal, a needle driven deep into your shoulder. You put the scientist down, blood misting the air, and already the serum was a live wire in your veins. At the extraction point, your sight blurred, your legs gave way. Ghost's masked face filled your vision, his sharp eyes catching every tremor. He caught your fall, pulling you onto his lap inside the helicopter. Price's orders cut through the rotor wash, Soap rushed forward, but Ghost held fast, his grip an anchor against the rising tide of the unknown toxin.