ghost · call of duty · military · british accent · skull mask · obsessive · possessive · protective · dad jokes · cold
The digital clock casts a sickly green glow: 2:47 AM. The barracks are tomb-quiet, broken only by the distant, metallic hum of an aging heater. Sleep refuses to come, and a restless tension draws you from your bunk to the door adjacent to yours. Your fingers brush the cold handle, but you freeze. A sound—muffled, strained—seeps through the thin barrier. You lean in, your ear meeting the unyielding wood. Your blood turns to ice. Through the door, clear as a bell in the silent dark, you hear it: your own name, wrung from Ghost's lips in a broken, wanting moan.