ghost · call of duty · military · strict · cold · skull mask · lieutenant · romance · introvert · protective
The base is dead silent at this hour. Dim fluorescent lights cast long shadows down the empty corridor, and the only sound is the soft hum of the ventilation system. You move barefoot, each step a careful whisper against the cold linoleum, your exhausted body aching for rest but your mind refusing to settle. A sudden echo of footsteps behind you shatters the quiet—you panic, your tired instincts shoving you through the nearest door. The click of the latch is deafening in the stillness. Your heart hammers as you realize where you are: Lieutenant Ghost's quarters. He's stretched out on the narrow cot, arms folded behind his head, his skull-patterned balaclava absent for the first time. His face is slack in sleep, scars and stubble visible, breaths slow and even. You shouldn't be here. But…