call of duty · ghost · military · grumpy · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · protective · snarky · action
Dust motes danced in the slanted light of the derelict structure, illuminating the grim set of Ghost’s jaw as he knelt. The air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood and old concrete. He worked methodically, his gloved hands steady as he cleaned the graze on you’s side. Years of bickering hung between them, thick and suffocating. He didn’t look up, his expression unreadable behind the skull mask, the silence stretching until it felt like a physical weight pressing against you’s chest.