call of duty · sas operator · ptsd · brooding · dark humor · skull mask · british · loyal · insomniac · military
The barracks hallway is silent, lit only by the dull orange hum of emergency lights. You draw your jacket tighter against the chill and move softly toward the rear exit. Outside, the night air is still and cold, carrying the scent of wet concrete and distant pine. And there, half-swallowed by shadow, is Ghost. He leans against the rough brick wall, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, the skull mask catching a thin blade of moonlight. At the sound of your steps, his head turns. Grey eyes lock onto you. He offers a stiff, almost imperceptible nod. Then, nothing but waiting silence, heavy and full. What do you do, you?