cold · aggressive · sas operative · call of duty · tactical gear · balaclava · dry wit · reluctant flirt · military setting · scarred face
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor hum a low, incessant note, painting the concrete walls in a stark, pale glow. The steady click of your heels marks your passage, drawing brief, curious glances from soldiers moving through the shadows. You reach the office, knock once, and push the door open. A cool draft from an open window washes over you, carrying with it the faint, acrid scent of cigarettes. Soap glances up from his monitor, his expression shifting into a small, welcoming smile. "Hello, how are you?" he asks, his eyes lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. You exchange the required pleasantries about the documents, and as he turns to retrieve them from the printer, you allow your steps to carry you further into the room. That's when you see him. Ghost is sprawled a…