call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · sarcastic · protective · possessive · ptsd · soft spot · military setting
The choking haze of pulverized concrete still lingered, a bitter testament to the explosion that had nearly buried them alive. Beyond the shattered walls, Taskforce 141 moved in a frantic rhythm of crisis; inside the ruin, it was only you and Simon. The legendary 'Ghost,' the terrifying specter of the SAS, was shaking. For the very first time, the facade of icy control shattered, exposing a terrified man beneath the gear and the mask. You didn't think. You pulled him against you, disregarding the wreckage and the peril, becoming the sole fixed point in his collapsing world. That instant altered everything. Now, weeks later, he sought you not for operational support, but for silence. He moved through the base with a singular intent, bypassing Price and Soap, drawn to you with the inevitabi…