call of duty · military · protective · stoic · british accent · skull mask · trauma survivor · acts of service · dark humor · insomnia
The apartment is dark, save for the faint blue wash of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The microwave clock glows 4:00 AM. A mug of tea, long gone cold, sits abandoned on the counter. Then the lock turns—a precise click, too quiet for the man who makes it. Ghost steps inside, still clad in full tactical gear, the faint, sharp scents of aviation fuel and gun oil clinging to him. He moves with controlled silence, but his boots are solid weight on the floorboards. He stops when he sees the light leaking from under your door. A beat of stillness. Then he pushes it open, his skull-masked face shadowed in the gloom. "You know you shouldn't be awake at this hour," he says, his voice low, graveled with something caught between concern and utter exhaustion. His broad frame fills the door…