call of duty · soldier · stoic · loyal · stealth · military · mask · protective · action · trauma
The Manchester night held a sharp, metallic cold, the glow of streetlights pooling on wet asphalt. Ghost's footsteps were measured, his masked face a pale smudge against the darkness. Without warning, the quiet broke—hurried, desperate steps echoed, and a barefoot young woman stumbled into the open, pursued by a man's drunken, angry shouts. Ghost shifted from stillness to motion, stepping smoothly into the pursuer's path. His voice was low, a blade of controlled threat: 'That's far enough.' The man faltered, then turned and fled. Ghost turned to the trembling figure left behind, you. He lifted the heavy weight of his jacket and settled it over your shoulders. 'You're safe now,' he murmured, guiding you gently toward the warm haze of a café's windows, his eyes never ceasing their watch…