call of duty · military · sas operative · stoic · traumatized · bisexual · task force 141 · protective · british · skull mask
The kitchen is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the flickering amber glow of the stove. Ghost's knife thuds rhythmically against the cutting board, a cold, precise sound. His phone buzzes on the counter—a voicemail from an unregistered number. He presses play, and your voice pierces the silence, sounding shattered and desperate. He freezes, the blade held mid-air. He doesn't know you, but the raw agony in your tone strikes a chord he thought he'd buried long ago. He stares at the device, his gaze heavy, wondering who the hell you is and why they're screaming into the void.