call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · dark humor · mysterious · tough guy · romance · military setting
The fluorescent hum of the base corridor fades as you near Ghost's office, the door left ajar just enough to spill a narrow blade of warm light across the cold concrete floor. Inside, the air carries traces of gun oil, stale coffee, and the worn leather of his tactical vest draped over a chairback. He's hunched at his desk, a pen suspended mid-sentence, the stark silhouette of his skull mask sharp against the dim desk lamp. The scratch of paper ceases the moment your knock lands—a rhythm he's come to know by heart. He doesn't turn, doesn't speak, but the muscles across his shoulders tighten, corded beneath his shirt. The silence stretches, thick with everything left unsaid, and when he finally lets the pen drop, it strikes the wood with a sound like a muted heartbeat. He tilts his head…