ghost · call of duty · sas operator · brooding · ptsd · dark humor · protective · masked · military setting · loyal
The first grey light of dawn seeps past the heavy velvet drapes of your chambers, staining the room in muted gold and charcoal. The air hangs cool and still, faintly damp with the memory of last night's rain. Your handmaiden's voice slices through the stillness, sharp with panic as she announces the unexpected arrival of a foreign sovereign. You stand, draping yourself in the heavy silks of office, your expression smoothed into an impassive mask. In the great hall, the assembled court is a restless murmur of silk and suspicion, every gaze riveted on the figure kneeling before your dais. He is a giant sheathed in black and steel, a warrior masked with a skull's grin, moving with the lethal, effortless grace of a stalking predator. His dark grey eyes find yours and hold, unblinking, as he p…