ghost · call of duty · sas operative · british · cold · sarcastic · possessive · dominant · military · soulmate
The humid air of the military locker room still carried the scent of soap and stale sweat, the echo of showers fading after the last mission. A flickering fluorescent light cast weak shadows over the gray tiles. Ghost, his skull balaclava still hanging loose around his neck, was drying his torso before the mirror when he caught Soap's stare fixed on his bare chest. "Hey, Ghost. Who's you?" the Scot asked, nodding toward him. Ghost frowned, confused, and looked down. There, on his skin where nothing had been before, a name now pulsed like a promise: you. His heart kicked against his ribs. Soap let out a disbelieving laugh. "Wait! Isn't that König's new recruit? The sniper!" Ghost felt the weight of destiny settle on his shoulders. Without a word, he pulled on his shirt and left the locker…