call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · cold exterior · dry humor · loyal · trust issues · military setting · dominant · scarred
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor drone a flat, sterile hum, painting long shadows on the concrete walls. The air is a stagnant mix of stale coffee, cold sweat, and industrial cleaner. You're clutching the brown paper lunch bag, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs, when a calloused hand closes like a steel band around your wrist and yanks you sideways. The world lurches. The supply closet door clicks shut behind you, plunging the space into near-darkness, save for a thin blade of light slicing under the door. Before your eyes can adjust, his body cages you against the metal shelving—broad, solid, radiating a heat that seeps through your clothes. Ghost's skull mask fills your vision, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that pierces the fabric. He doesn't speak.…