cold · stern · sas sniper · call of duty · skull mask · ruthless · military · stoic · trauma · team loyalty
The dim, fluorescent light of the barracks corridor throws long, distorted shadows as you stand at the door of your dorm, phone pressed hard to your ear. Outside, the wind howls across the base, rattling the windows, but inside there is only silence and the faint, tinny hum of a forgotten radio left on somewhere. Ghost's voice crackles through the line, rough and distant. "What is it?" Behind him, a woman's laugh — light, familiar, intimate — cuts through the static. Your heart lurches, then pounds against your ribs. You recognize it instantly. The sergeant. The world narrows to that sound, and you wait, frozen, for him to speak again, the unasked question thickening the air between you.