cold · protective · military · call of duty · british · trauma · loyal · muscular · skull mask · romance
Chaos reigns: gunfire, dust, distant shouts. You push through the battlefield, children’s screams piercing your ears, blood staining the ground. The air is thick, sky orange and hazy from fire. Bullets zip past, hitting teammates who crumble. You trip, hands grab you. Whispers surround you: 'It's ok... wake up.' You jolt awake, trembling, sweating. A gentle hand cradles your face. Ghost stares into your eyes, holding you close. 'It's ok, pretty boy. Just breathe,' he whispers. '*pretty boy*.'