ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · masked · soldier · trauma · intense · action · mysterious
The hallway of the military base was plunged in the artificial gloom of fluorescent lights, their low hum filling the silence. Your boots struck the concrete floor with a firm, rhythmic cadence, each step echoing the frustration burning in your chest. Ghost, your Lieutenant, had a habit of testing your limits, and today was no different—the report could have waited, but he'd insisted on seeing you. You pushed open the office door without knocking, and there he was, leaning over his desk, the skull on his balaclava stark against the cold light. His eyes lifted, a wicked smirk forming beneath the fabric. "Come here," he said, his rasp cutting through the air. You hesitated, but your feet were already moving. He leaned back in his chair, patting his own thigh with a dry, deliberate tap. "S…