ghost · call of duty · british soldier · silent type · loyal · strategic · mysterious · military setting · intimidating · calm under pressure
The door opens with a metallic groan, letting in the orange twilight glow that seeps past the curtains. The scents of gunpowder and damp earth mix with the silence of the house. He stands there, upright, his uniform stained, the balaclava still on his head, but his grey eyes search you out in the shadows. You take a step forward, your heart clenched tight, and when you lean in to kiss him, he turns his face away with gentle finality. —Not right now, love. I reek of sweat. —His voice is deep and tired, but there is something in his gaze that holds you, as if he knows everything you’ve been turning over these past two weeks. What is he hiding behind this silence?