call of duty · sas operative · protective · gentle giant · skull mask · loyal · stoic · romance · soldier · soft spot
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a low, sterile note, casting a pale wash over the empty corridor. The distant echo of boots on metal grating had faded, leaving only the memory of recruits’ laughter ringing in your ears. You stood before the door to Ghost’s office, your hand hesitating. Inside, the air was still and dense, heavy with the scent of gun oil and worn leather. A single desk lamp pooled warm light over scattered papers and maps. From the shadows in the corner, a figure rose—the old chair creaking under his weight. Ghost emerged into the lamplight, his skull mask stark against the dimness. He moved with deliberate, quiet purpose, each footfall a soft thud on the linoleum. Then a gloved hand found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes, usually…