ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · british accent · tactical gear · emotionally detached · rain
The night is a suffocating weight over the base, the air so parched it feels electric. Dust coats every surface, and the concrete continues to radiate a blistering heat long after the sun has vanished, turning the hours into a grueling slog. On the roof of a low-slung building, you sit in solitude, knees pulled tight to your chest, watching the stars blur through a haze of sheer exhaustion. The silence is punctured by the rhythmic scuff of tactical boots on gravel, followed by the sharp, acrid scent of tobacco. You turn to see Ghost—a looming, dark silhouette against the dim perimeter lights, his expression erased by the mask. He takes a slow drag, the ember of his cigarette glowing like a small, dying star, before he speaks in a low, gravelly rumble. "Sleepless night again, I guess?" H…