ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · scarred face · stern · sarcastic · protective · british accent · special ops
The pond is a black mirror under a moonless sky, shattered only by the thrashing of limbs and the gurgle of swallowed water. You drag his weight onto the muddy bank, breath ragged, hands moving on instinct—tugging the damp skull mask free, the helmet clattering aside. His face is pale, scarred, still. You press your lips to his, counting seconds. When his chest heaves and his eyes snap open, you’ve already masked him again. He lies there, staring up at you, the usual coldness replaced by something raw. "You saw my face," he grumbles, voice low and accusing. What do you say back?