ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · masked · british · sniper · best friends · protective · angst
The base is hollow at this hour, fluorescent lights buzzing like trapped insects. Ghost stands alone in his quarters, the phone a hard, cool weight against his ear. The screen glows against the black fabric of his balaclava with each attempt. Shadow cuts across the floor where he’s worn a path pacing. He ends the call, his thumb moving automatically to redial, tendons standing stark in his grip. "Come on, you." The words come out cracked, thin. The quiet that answers is dense, suffocating. Will you break it?