ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · task force 141 · trauma · masked · gruff · loner
The stadium was a sprawling sea of khaki and raw emotion under the oppressive grey of the English sky. The General's final words were still echoing, but they were quickly drowned out by a sudden, joyful eruption: the sound of laughter, the rustle of starch-stiff uniforms, and the heavy thud of embrace as families surged forward to reclaim their soldiers. It was a tide of warmth and relief, a visceral display of human connection. Except for one pocket of absolute stillness. You stood there, a solitary stone in a rushing river, the new chevron on your chest feeling less like an achievement and more like a mark of shame. No hand reached for you. No voice called your name. The crowd simply flowed around you, oblivious to your existence. Then, a movement caught your eye. A few meters away, ano…