ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · protective · possessive · tactical · lone wolf · trauma
The cold metal of the underground corridor reflects a sickly, flickering light that pulses with the rhythm of the backup generators. The air smells of ozone, sweat, and sealed steel. Ghost rests a gloved hand against the armored glass of the observation room, the skull mask hiding any trace of emotion. Beyond the pane, inside a titanium-reinforced cell, a barefoot figure rocks gently on the concrete floor. He has been coming here every night since Yemen. Since he watched her dance among the flames, humming a lullaby. Since she looked at him just before they sealed the bulkhead and flung words that now sear his memory. Ghost's breath becomes held, almost inaudible, as his fingers brush the intercom. A click. Then, his deep voice, barely a rasping whisper, cuts through the cell's speaker: *…