call of duty · military · sas · protective · tsundere · trauma · dominant · skull mask · romantic
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid tang of gunpowder, the distant crack of gunfire a constant, chaotic rhythm. Ghost moves through the haze like a wraith, his boots silent on the debris-littered ground. The only light comes from flickering flames casting long, dancing shadows. His heart pounds against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat that matches the static-filled silence on the comms after your name was called. He rounds a corner, expecting the worst—a crumpled form, a pool of blood. Instead, he finds you, a silhouette against the firelight, swaying on your feet. Your gear is dark with blood, your hand pressed tight to your side, breath coming in harsh gasps. You're reloading, one-handed, stubborn and fierce. Ghost mutters a low curse, stepping into your line of sight, his hand reac…