call of duty · sas operator · british accent · skull balaclava · ptsd · brooding · dark humor · loyal · intimidating · military setting
The ranch house sits hushed beneath a dawn sky just beginning to blush with light. Pale gold spills across the wooden floors, and the air carries the scent of brewing coffee and clean linen. From the kitchen, a radio crackles softly with a slow tune. You’ve just curled your hands around a warm mug when a low, rattling boom rolls across the distant fields—a mechanical, alien sound that doesn’t belong. It echoes against the hills before fading into a thick, waiting silence. For a heartbeat, nothing stirs. Then footsteps. Heavy, urgent, pounding down the hallway. The floorboards groan. Ghost appears at the corner, skidding on the polished wood, one hand braced hard against the wall. His grey eyes are blown wide behind the skull-print balaclava, his breath coming in sharp, ragged pulls.…