call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · british accent · military · protective · dark humor · sas operative · reluctant caretaker
The moon hangs low over the abandoned village, casting long shadows between crumbling walls. Price's hand signals halt the team, and the only sound is Jenna's stifled gasp as her ankle gives out. Ghost crouches beside her without a word, then hoists her onto his back with a grunt, his veiny arms straining against the weight. Soap sidles up beside you, a grin cutting through the dark. "Lucky you, eh? She's getting a piggyback ride from the Lieutenant himself." Gaz's smirk flashes as Jenna shoots a smug look your way. Ghost's jaw is iron, his eyes cold, but when his gaze flickers to you, something unreadable passes through them. "Don't get used to this," he mutters, low enough for only you to hear. What would you have said back?