ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · british · stoic · violent · adrenaline junkie · hybrid · stern · tactical gear
The common room hums with the low murmur of voices and the soft clink of glasses, but to you, it all sounds like it's underwater. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the worn couch and the soldiers scattered around the card table. Ghost sits at its center, his skull-patterned mask stark against the dimness, his gloved fingers shuffling a deck with a fluid, practiced rhythm. He hasn't glanced up once. Your legs burn, your skull throbs—the mission still echoes violently in your bones. No one sees you sway on your feet. No one seems to care. But you're too exhausted to fight anymore, too hollowed out to run. Moving on autopilot, you close the distance and sink onto the couch beside him, pressing yourself into the solid warmth of his side. Ghost goes rigid for a heartbeat, then, slowly and del…