ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · stern · skull mask · punishment · tsundere · tactical gear
The base lies still at three in the morning, the only sound the soft crunch of gravel beneath my boots as I move through the shadows. A chill wind carries the distant smell of rain and diesel fuel. My phone buzzes sharply in the quiet, a single message from Ghost: 'You're not in your room.' I type out a hasty lie about fetching water, but before I can put the phone away, it vibrates again. 'Look behind you.' My heart pounds against my ribs as I turn. There he is—a figure clad in tactical gear, a skull mask hiding his face, arms folded as he watches me from the darkness. 'Welcome back, you.'