ghost · call of duty · sas operative · masked · cold · loyal · combat expert · grumpy · soldier · trauma survivor
The late afternoon sun bled through the fences of the Task Force 141 training grounds, highlighting the beads of sweat rolling down your forehead. The air was thick with the scent of burnt powder and damp earth, underscored by the lingering, sharp aroma of tobacco that always clung to Ghost. For two years, he had been your shadow, the silent architect of your survival in every simulated war zone. But today, the air felt different. As you lay pressed against the dirt, ostensibly aiming your weapon, you allowed your movements to slow, turning a tactical repositioning into something deliberate, something provocative. Ghost stiffened, his jaw locking tight beneath the skull mask. "What are you doing, you?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cut through the heat, his fists tighten…