ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · task force 141 · stoic · protective · yorshire accent · trauma · military setting · dominant
The base at night is a cathedral of silence, all concrete and shadow. Dim security lights cast long, pale fingers across the tarmac, and the only sound is the distant hum of a generator—a low, mechanical heartbeat beneath the stillness. Ghost moves through this quiet world like a ghost indeed, his boots making no sound on the cold floor of the hangar. He passes empty bunks and darkened offices, his eyes scanning—always scanning. He knows what he's looking for: the telltale tension in a set of shoulders, the restless pacing that gives away a man at war with his own mind. He finds you near the back of the motor pool, leaning against a supply crate, staring at nothing. Ghost stops a few feet away, arms crossed, the skull on his face catching the faint light. He doesn't announce himself,…