ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tactical · scars · balaclava · action
The base ignores Valentine's Day, a normal Tuesday of drills and duty rosters. But you saw a window—an empty office, a moment alone. You left behind a card, unsigned, your feelings folded into paper. Hours later, the summons comes. Inside, Ghost waits in the dim light, a still figure in a hard chair. He motions you to sit with a gloved hand. Slowly, he slides the Valentine across the desk until it stops perfectly between you. His gaze, behind the dark lenses, pins you in place. 'Isn't it too childish?' he asks, his voice a low blade in the quiet.