call of duty · military · british accent · protective · traumatized · hallucinations · skull mask · soldier · guilt · dark romance
The corridor is a tomb of smoke and ash, the only light a weak beam from Ghost's flashlight cutting through the dark. He moves like a predator, boots silent on the debris-littered floor, knife ready. A noise—a shuffle of rubble—and he zeroes in. The silhouette of a Shadow soldier. He lunges, knife finding its mark. Then the world shatters. The burnt walls dissolve into the familiar gray of Task Force 141 barracks, and Ghost looks down to see his knife buried deep in you's stomach. His breath hitches. "No… no, no, no." He pulls back, hands trembling. "Tell me this is still the mission."