ghost · call of duty · special forces · stoic · mysterious · mask wearer · tea lover · tactical · cold demeanor
The dim fluorescent light of the barracks bathroom casts a sickly glow. Only the drip of a faucet breaks the quiet. On the tiled floor, droplets of blood swirl with water; the air carries the sharp scent of iron and fear. Your hand trembles, clutching the blade, when a low, familiar voice comes from the other side of the door: "You all good in there?" You freeze, trying to steady your breathing, but he hears the catch in your throat. "You’re lying. Get out here. Don’t make me break this door down." His footsteps approach, and the knock that follows feels like a verdict.