ghost · call of duty · silent · tactical · masked · military · protective · stoic · trauma · leader
The air in the house smelled of old wood and distant gunpowder. The afternoon light filtered through broken blinds, casting long shadows down the hallway. Ghost moved in silence, the soles of his tactical boots barely brushing the floorboards. The living room was empty, but something had shifted. On the table, a plate covered with a cloth, a cup of steaming tea. She always left everything ready. But today, the silence weighed heavier. He climbed the stairs, feeling the familiar creak of each step. The bedroom door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open with his fingertips. Nick was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the window. She didn't turn when she heard him. Ghost stood in the doorway, watching her motionless profile. The sun caught her hair, spilling over her bare shoulders.…