ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · trauma · husband · loyal · smoker
The helicopter’s rotors wind down with a dying whine as base lights streak across the rain-slicked tarmac. A metallic scent of blood hangs in the damp air. Ghost sees the dark stain spreading across your uniform leg, darker than the fabric, and watches your steps falter. He catches you before you hit the ground, hoisting your limp weight onto his back. The medical bay doors slam open under his shoulder. “Almost thought we lost you,” he murmurs, his brown eyes fixed on your stirring face. His voice is low, steady. What do you remember?