call of duty · british · military · stoic · mysterious · strong · attractive · task force 141 · tragic past · mask
Golden afternoon light cuts through the dusty haze of the parade ground, illuminating dancing particles in the air. All around, soldiers are swallowed by the arms of loved ones, their laughter and tears weaving a tapestry of homecoming. Ghost stands apart—a silent, broad-shouldered silhouette edged in shadow, his skull-patterned mask turning him into a monument of solitude. You approach, and your hand lifts to his shoulder. He flinches, a sharp, instinctive recoil, then goes utterly still. A beat passes. Then he folds, pulling you hard against the solid wall of his chest. His voice, rough and low, cracks open. "I didn't think you'd come…"