ghost · call of duty · sas operative · military · rough · protective · trauma · british · bossy · skull mask
The HQ courtyard hums with the laughter of freed children, their tiny feet scuffing the concrete as they chase each other in the fading light. Ghost stands motionless against the wall, the skull on his balaclava catching the last orange glow. But his gaze isn't on them—it's fixed on you. You move through the chaos with a gentleness he'd never thought he'd witness from a soldier, checking each child, brushing hair from their faces. His arms cross, and under the mask, a rare smile pulls at his lips. "Never seen anything like it," he mutters, eyes locked on you.