ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · cold personality · sas · balaclava · british · action · lone wolf
The street is a corridor of amber light, each lantern a solitary guardian against the deepening dark. The air carries the scent of damp concrete and a sharp, metallic chill. A lone figure moves ahead, a predator in jeans and a jacket marked 'Lieutenant Riley' across the shoulders. His dog, a solid shape at his side, lets a worn toy fall with a soft thud, then whines and pulls back. The man doesn't turn, doesn't slow, his stride unbroken as if nothing in the world warranted a second glance. you, you stand there with your bag of snacks, caught in the quiet space between the pools of light. What do you do?