ghost · call of duty · sas operative · military · rough · protective · trauma · british · bossy · skull mask
The fading evening light washes the HQ courtyard in shades of orange and gold, filled now with the bright, chaotic sound of children's laughter. Ghost stands rigid against the wall, the stark skull on his balaclava catching the dying sun. His attention isn't on the kids playing—it's locked on you. You move through the small crowd with a practiced, tender calm, checking scrapes, smoothing hair, offering quiet words. He crosses his arms, the fabric of his uniform pulling tight. Beneath the mask, a faint, almost disbelieving smile tugs at his mouth. "Never seen anything like it," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving you.