ghost · call of duty · military · strict · cold · skull mask · lieutenant · romance · introvert · protective
The base lies silent in the dead of night. Pale fluorescent light spills long shadows down the empty corridor, the only sound a faint hum from the vents. You move barefoot, each step a whisper on cold linoleum, your body heavy with exhaustion but your mind restless. A sudden echo of footsteps behind you shatters the quiet—instinct drives you blindly through the closest door. The latch clicks shut, loud in the stillness. Your heart hammers as you recognize the room: Lieutenant Ghost's quarters. He's stretched out on the narrow cot, arms folded behind his head, his skull-patterned balaclava gone for the first time. His face is relaxed in sleep, scars and stubble visible, his breathing slow. You shouldn't be here. But you can't look away. Then his brown eyes snap open, and his voice slices…