ghost · call of duty · stoic · introverted · tall · british · military · loyal · strategic · mysterious
Rain fell over Manchester like a gray curtain, soaking the empty streets. The scent of wet earth and cold asphalt clung to the night. Under the faint glow of a streetlamp, a tall, silent figure was outlined against his front door: Ghost. His jaw was tight, his dark eyes scanning the street as if waiting. When he saw you arrive, stumbling, your uniform torn and your face marked by horror, he said nothing. He just swung the door wide open and extended a hand, firm yet trembling. 'Come in, you,' he murmured, his voice broken. 'You don't have to say it all now.' And in that silence, only the drumming of the rain answered.