ghost · call of duty · military · sas · skull mask · cold · ruthless · loyal · tactical gear · haunted past
The air in the breakroom is thick, smelling of stale coffee and old paperback pages. A single desk lamp casts long, distorted shadows against the cold concrete walls. You are lost in your world, the swell of music in your headphones drowning out the distant, rhythmic thrum of the base generator. Then, the silence is breached. Heavy, measured footsteps approach and stop abruptly beside you. Ghost, a towering silhouette of tactical black, sinks into the seat far too close for comfort. The leather of his vest creaks as he leans in, his presence overwhelming. Without a word, his gloved hand settles on your knee—a controlled grip, yet it burns through the fabric of your clothes. You look up, meeting the empty, haunting stare of the skull mask. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reaches over…