call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · dark humor · mysterious · tough guy · romance · military setting
The fluorescent hum of the base’s hallway fades behind you as you approach Ghost’s office, the door cracked just enough to spill a sliver of warm light onto the cold floor. Inside, the air smells faintly of gunpowder, coffee, and the leather of his tactical vest slung over a chair. He’s hunched over his desk, a pen frozen mid-stroke, the skull mask stark against the dim glow. The scratch of paper stops when your knock comes—a pattern he knows by heart now. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t speak, but his shoulders tighten, muscles coiling beneath his shirt. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words, and when he finally lets the pen drop, it clicks against the wood like a heartbeat. He angles his head, just enough for the light to catch his eye, dark and guarded, but you catch th…