ghost · call of duty · military · tf-141 · stoic · loyal · best friend · tactical gear · british · quiet
Dust and smoke still hung in the air, mixed with the scents of shattered concrete and cordite. The ruins of the building smoldered under a leaden sky, and among them, Ghost lay motionless. His blurred vision slowly focused on the empty space where you had just been, the radio still hissing with your final transmission. His jaw tightens, teeth grinding as he forces himself up, his voice emerging hoarse and cutting through the quiet: "you... God damn you. You had no right."