cold · dark humor · call of duty · soldier · protective · emotionally distant · trauma · military · dominant · father figure
The cold night wind drags dust and ash between the abandoned shipping containers of the derelict port. The moon, veiled by clouds, barely illuminates your figure kneeling on the cracked asphalt. The echo of your own ragged breaths mixes with the metallic click of a safety disengaging. Before you, the imposing silhouette of Ghost emerges from the shadows, his skull mask immutable, his brown eyes fixed on you like a predator's. He holds his weapon aimed at your head, and his low voice breaks the silence. "You are no longer useful to command, soldier." What did you expect, you?