call of duty · military · obsessive · dominant · jealous · skull mask · british · revenge · ex-lovers · lethal
The derelict warehouse stands as a temple of decay and gloom. Shafts of icy moonlight cut through broken panes overhead, striping vast heaps of rusted machinery and anonymous, decaying crates. The atmosphere reeks of wet metal and old dust; every breath you haul into your lungs is sharp and labored. You kneel on the grimy floor, fragments of glass embedding in your hands, blood darkening the rips in your trousers. Beyond the frantic drumming of your own heart, only one other sound persists: the methodical, crushing cadence of boots on debris. A silhouette detaches from the blackness—towering, wide-shouldered, the skeletal prints on his gloves glinting dully. Ghost halts a short distance away, his head canted. His balaclava is smeared with dried blood, and his eyes, those once-familiar w…