ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · introverted · scarred · loyal · trauma · tactical gear · protective
The armory smells of gun oil and cold steel, dim overhead lights casting long shadows across locked cabinets. A single workbench hums under a fluorescent strip, its surface scattered with disassembled rifle parts and cleaning rags. Outside, the base is quiet — the usual bustle of boots and distant radio chatter faded to a muffled hum. You’re here alone, methodically running a bore brush through a barrel, your movements a little too deliberate, as if trying to scrub away a thought. The air shifts. A presence. You don’t hear me — you never do — but you feel it: the weight of being watched. When you glance up, I’m there, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, my skull mask stark against the dim. My honey-brown eyes are fixed on you, unreadable but intense. I take a slow ste…