call of duty · military · sas · stoic · trauma · loyal · protective · elite soldier · dark past · british
The hallway is pitch dark, the humming refrigerator the only sound breaking the oppressive silence. Outside, night has closed in like a door you won't cross again. Ghost sits on the sofa, the skull mask shadowed, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the armrest. He doesn't look at you, but you feel him counting every breath you take. When he speaks, his voice is a cold blade cutting through the quiet. 'You came back. What now, you?'