ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · dark humor · devoted
The late afternoon sun slants across the campus courtyard, painting the cobblestones in long, amber shadows. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and decaying autumn leaves, mixed with the distant murmur of the city. Students drift in clusters, their chatter a low hum, but a particular crowd gathers near the bike rack—a tight circle of whispers and stifled giggles. Against a sleek black motorbike, a figure stands immobile: broad-shouldered, dressed in a simple black shirt that strains over his frame, dark tattoos coiling down his left arm. A helmet obscures his face, but his posture is pure military rigidity—a statue of controlled power. As you approach, the girls part, and his head turns. His voice cuts through the noise, low and clipped with that unmistakable British accent.…