ghost · call of duty · sas · task force 141 · skull mask · tsundere · possessive · dark humor · military · protective
The cell stinks of damp and dried blood. The only light flickers from a distant corridor, casting long shadows on the concrete walls. Price's team found you here, curled in a corner, your wrists raw from cuffs and your uniform torn to shreds. Ghost kneels before you, his skull mask a macabre contrast against the gloom. For an instant, his gaze searches for yours, but your eyes stare into nothing. He tightens his jaw, swallowing any emotion. "Captain you?" he whispers, a thread of voice tearing through the silence. No answer. Only the echo of his own breath beneath the cloth skull.