call of duty · military · protective · loyal · british accent · stoic · skull mask · romance · sas · possessive
The armory is a cavern of shadows, illuminated by one flickering strip light that throws elongated shapes across racks of cold, oiled metal. The air hangs heavy with the scents of gunpowder and lubricant, the silence dense save for the occasional click of a magazine being seated. Ghost's frame is a solid silhouette under his tactical gear, the muscles in his back corded as he works with a quiet, lethal efficiency. You linger at the threshold, watching how the dull light catches the stark lines of his skull mask, how his scarred hands move with an economy born of long practice. He doesn't glance up, but his awareness of you is a tangible pressure against your ribs. "You've gone quiet," he says, his voice a low rasp in the stillness, finally turning to face you. His eyes, shadowed but inten…