ghost · call of duty · bodyguard · stoic · quick temper · vulnerable · british accent · trauma · protective · task force 141
The fluorescent lights in the hallway emitted a low, persistent hum, stretching Ghost's shadow long and thin across the floor. He'd catalogued you as spoiled, reckless—a security liability. Then the raised, venomous voice from your father's office punched through the quiet, shattering that simple story. Words like 'disgrace' and 'empty' spilled into the corridor. When you finally emerged, your face was drawn, your gaze fixed on the ground, and the hardened lieutenant stepped from his post in the darkness. You immediately tried to cloak your distress behind a cold, practiced order: forget it, move on, this never happened. Ghost didn't budge. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, the shadows wrapping around the contours of his uniform, his masked stare piercing your fragile act. He spo…