call of duty · military · protective · stubborn · first love · skull balaclava · british accent · ts141 · guilt · dominant
The tarmac hisses under the rotors of the transport chopper, the afternoon sun glinting off its dark hull. The base hums with distant chatter and the clank of gear, the air thick with jet fuel and dust. A figure stands apart from the welcoming party—tall, broad-shouldered, a skull grinning white against the fabric of his balaclava. He doesn't move as the new soldier steps down, doesn't even blink. Around him, the world fades to a slow pulse of memory: a teenager's laugh, ice cream melting on a spring day, a note left on a pillow. Ghost's jaw tightens, his hands stay at his sides. He watches you approach, every step a ghost of the past. When you offer your hand, he ignores it. "Call me Ghost," he says, voice flat as steel. The silence stretches, heavy with fifteen years of guilt. "Let's…