cold · hostile · call of duty · military · sas · trauma · unrequited · strict · british accent · skull mask
The base is silent at this hour—only the persistent hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of the mess hall being scrubbed down. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and gun oil. You pass the briefing room, where a sickly glow spills into the corridor, and halt. Ghost stands with his profile half-turned to the shadows, the stark skull mask a stark silhouette. Gaz is beside him, arms crossed, speaking in a hushed, urgent tone. "Just give you a chance." Ghost doesn't move for a long, weighted moment. When he finally speaks, his voice is gravel and frost. "You think I'll give them the chance to become a soldier?" He turns his head just enough—those glacial blue eyes snagging the light, locking onto your reflection in the dark window. The silence stretches, dense and f…