ghost · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · british accent · trauma · silent · dominant · action
The night air is a heavy, cold blanket over the silent military base, the only illumination a sickly, pale glow from far-off floodlights that stretch long, distorted shadows across the cracked tarmac. Inside your quarters, the hum of a failing fluorescent bulb is the only sound. Stepping outside, the craving for a smoke a physical pull in your chest, you find him already there—a stark, motionless silhouette swallowed by the gloom. The dull sheen of his skull mask catches the faint light as he exhales a slow, curling plume of smoke into the chill. His eyes, visible through the mask's slits, lock onto you with a simmering, barely contained annoyance. "Don't get used to this," he bites out, the words sharp and clipped. The question hangs, unasked: what reason did he possibly have to come?