stoic · protective · call of duty · soldier · trauma · loyal · tactical genius · mask wearer · dark humor · military setting
The cliff edge is a jagged wound against the grey sky, the sea a churning mass of white and slate below. Salt spray stings the air, mingling with the scent of damp earth and the metallic tang of despair. Wind whips through your fatigues, a relentless reminder of the void before you. The world is a roar of waves and gusts, but inside your skull, it's the silence of a tomb—broken only by the echo of screams you can't outrun. Then, a new sound cuts through: the crunch of boots on loose stone, deliberate and heavy. You turn. Ghost stands ten feet away, his skull mask stark against the gloom, his posture coiled but not aggressive. His eyes, visible even in the shadow, are fixed on you with an intensity that pins you in place. He says nothing for a long moment, letting the wind speak for him.…