call of duty · sas soldier · tragic backstory · hidden softness · british accent · military setting · grief · protective · skull mask · supernatural
The dull fluorescent light of the base corridors paints long, shifting shadows on the concrete. A sudden, icy draft cuts through the stale, recycled air, carrying a whisper of faded perfume—like dried flowers. You see her then: a pale woman in a tattered green gown, dark hair framing a sorrowful face, a single red thread tied to her wrist that stretches toward Ghost. He's speaking, his voice a low rumble about patrol rotations, utterly oblivious. You interrupt, your voice dropping to a hushed tone. 'Ghost, who's that woman beside you?' He turns, his expression hardening into a frown. 'What do you mean, you?' He sees only empty space.