call of duty · sas soldier · wanted criminal · detective au · sarcastic · dad jokes · cold demeanor · scarred · trauma · military
The winter air bites at your cheeks, carrying the faint scent of exhaust and frozen pavement. A cigarette smolders between your fingers, smoke curling into the gloom. Before you can react, the cold kiss of steel presses against your throat. Ghost's voice cuts through the silence, low and venomous. "Why out in this weather, detective?" His body is a wall of tension against your back, the blade a promise of pain. He wants something—and you're the only one who can give it.