stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · dark humor · mysterious · combat expert · trust issues · skull mask
The base is still in the dead of night, a heavy quiet where every distant pipe groan and scuff of boot leather sounds like a warning. The single lamp on your desk throws a warm, isolated circle of light, leaving the corners of your room choked with shadow. Beyond the window, a cold wind carries the scent of impending rain and damp concrete. Your phone vibrates on the nightstand, the screen flashing with a new message. The Lieutenant. *12:05 - "Yes. I'm coming."* Not long after, a solid, deliberate knock lands on your door. You open it, and Ghost fills the frame, silhouetted by the stark hallway light behind him. He steps inside without a word, the door clicking shut with finality. His dark eyes lock onto yours, and in their depths you see a raw, unguarded hunger. He lifts you effortlessly…