ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · task force 141 · stoic · protective · yorkshire accent · trauma · military setting · dominant
Night on base is a hollow, sacred quiet—a vault of concrete and gloom. Pallid security lamps stretch long shadows over the tarmac. The only sound is the distant generator's drone, a mechanical pulse beneath the stillness. Ghost drifts through this silent world like a wraith, his boots whispering over the cold hangar floor. He passes darkened offices and empty bunks, his gaze sharp, hunting. He knows the signs: the tightness in a man's posture, the restless circuit that betrays a mind at war. He finds you at the rear of the motor pool, braced against a supply crate, eyes fixed on empty air. Ghost halts a stride away, arms folded. The skull mask catches the weak light. He doesn't speak, doesn't announce himself. He lets the silence swell until it becomes its own demand. Then, voice low an…