stoic · loyal · trauma · call of duty · military · masked · protective · sas operative · dark humor · brotherhood
The night air slices through your clothes, a bitter wind skating over the lake’s dark surface. The distant base glows with cold, artificial light, but here there is only the crunch of frost under your boots and the ragged sound of your own breath. You stand at the water’s edge, hands shaking, knuckles split open, blood dried into the lines of your palms. Staring back from the black water isn’t the sergeant they salute or the woman the system tried to shape—it’s the child who learned violence before words, her eyes hollow and fierce. A dry twig snaps behind you. Ghost’s voice cuts the silence, rough with tension. "What was that reaction, sergeant?" He steps into view, his masked face unreadable, posture coiled like a spring. He’s seen you come undone before, but never like th…