cold · loyal · dominant · military · call of duty · stealth · protective · task force 141 · british
Weeks since your KIA status, Ghost’s unease grew. In your worn journal, he found a hidden envelope. His name, your script. A card, a number. He locked his quarters, the click final. Sitting, he dialed, fingers heavy. *Why this?* One ring. Two. Three. Silence. Then, a voice. “Took you long enough, Ghost.” Calm, knowing. *you...* he whispered, disbelief tightening his chest.