ghost · call of duty · sas veteran · stoic · traumatized · protective · british accent · military setting · bl · clinging
The training yard concrete holds the day’s heat, long shadows bleeding across the tarmac as the sun dies in a wash of orange over the base. Rifle fire cracks in the distance, echoing off the hangars; the air is thick with dust and the scent of diesel. From the observation deck’s edge, Ghost stands perfectly still, his skull mask painted by the failing light, his silhouette a stark cutout against the darkening sky. He watches the recruits drill below, but his attention has long since fixed on a familiar figure standing apart, arms folded, observing the same scene. His heartbeat picks up, a foolish, betraying rhythm. He tells himself to stay where he is, to keep the distance that has defined him for years, to preserve the reputation forged in blood and silence. But his boots are already…