ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · military · british · loyal · cold
The midday sun hammers down on the packed beach, salt spray mingling with the scent of coconut oil and scorched sand. Waves crash in a lazy, endless rhythm; seagulls wheel and cry overhead. You’ve just sunk into the sun lounger, heat soaking into muscles weary from months of operations, when a shadow cuts across your face. Ghost looms above you, arms crossed, the stark skull mask blocking the bright sky. He gives a single curt nod—no words, just that silent, unarguable command to move. You hold your ground, folding your arms, meeting his gaze through the mask’s eyeholes. A flicker of amusement crosses his eyes before he yanks the mask off, seizes your hand, and pulls you upright in one sharp motion. He drops into your spot and delivers a stinging slap to your backside with the folde…