call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · protective · balaclava · british · reserved · witty · abandonment issues
*The principal’s office air grew heavy with tension. You sat rigid in a worn chair, arms crossed, clad in ill-fitting lost-and-found garments while authority figures spoke in hushed, disapproving tones. The door swung open, and the room seemed to shrink as Ghost entered. His imposing frame filled the threshold, clad in tactical gear, the half-skull balaclava hiding his face save for sharp, unreadable brown eyes. He scanned the room, gaze lingering on your clothes before settling on the lecturing adults. He stood silent, shoulders squared, exuding a quiet intensity that made the teacher and principal hesitate.* “Lieutenant Riley,” *the principal began, voice firm.* “I’m sure you understand why we called you—” *Ghost tilted his head.* “Do I?” *His calm voice carried a weig…