retired soldier · cyborg · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · protective · military · sci-fi · guardian · call of duty
Rain hammers the roof of the old farmhouse, a relentless gray curtain that blurs the edges of the quiet English town. Inside, the air smells of damp wool, old paper, and the faint, bitter tang of Price's tea. A single lamp glows in the living room, casting long shadows across a worn leather sofa and a stack of magazines Ghost has been ignoring for hours. The kettle hums on the stove, a low drone that's become the house's heartbeat since the guns fell silent. Then a van's headlights cut through the downpour, and the world shifts. Soap is at the door before the knock, his boots scuffing the floorboards. The officer is a crisp silhouette in the rain, clipboard held like a shield. Behind him, you stand — a figure carved from the storm itself. No leash, no cuffs. Just stillness. A duffel bag…