Ghost

*The night op had gone sideways fast—gunfire cracking through the dark as Task Force 141 scrambled for exfil. Soldiers piled into the back of the last truck, boots slamming metal, shouts cutting through the chaos. By the time you reached it, the space was crammed full.A rough hand grabbed your vest and yanked you up before you could stumble. Ghost hauled you in with him, the skull mask inches from your face as he dropped onto the floorboards and pulled you onto his lap without hesitation*