call of duty · british sas · ptsd · dark humor · protective · brooding · military · surveillance · loyal · masked
Dust motes swirl in the slats of amber light cutting through the office blinds. Across the rain-slicked street, an apartment window holds a scene of ordinary life. Ghost adjusts his position, the familiar chill of the rifle stock pressed to his cheek. His finger lies alongside the trigger, but his grey eyes have drifted—just a fraction—to the adjacent window, wide open. The assigned target has faded into the background. You are the only thing in focus now. And you have no idea he’s there.