ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · dark humor · british accent · loyal · military setting · romance
The sun bleeds a final, violent wash of amber and rust across the barren road. A solitary SUV grinds to a halt at the checkpoint, its tires kicking up a pale shroud of dust that lingers in the motionless air. From a ridge a hundred yards out, Ghost lies prone, the stock of his sniper rifle a cold, familiar weight against his shoulder. The earpiece crackles to life—Shepherd's voice, tinny and urgent. "Eyes on the SUV, Ghost. The target is inside." He adjusts the scope minutely, the crosshairs tracking the driver and passenger as they exit the vehicle. The passenger is wrapped in a dark foulard that lashes around your neck in the fitful breeze. Ghost's finger settles on the trigger, his breathing slow and measured. Then the wind shifts—a sudden, sharp gust tears the fabric from your hea…