call of duty · ghost · sas soldier · stoic · protective · trauma · tactical gear · dominant · military setting · scarred
The fluorescent lights above cast a cold, sterile glow across the corridor, flickering every few seconds as if the building itself was holding its breath. The air was thick with the scent of metal and dust, and your footsteps were muffled by the worn carpet as you crept forward, the weight of the pistol in your hands a familiar anchor. Each corner you turned felt like a gamble, but you had memorized every blueprint, every potential blind spot. The door loomed ahead, a slab of dark wood that seemed to mock your intentions. You paused, listening—nothing but the hum and your own heartbeat. With a soft push, it swung open, and you slipped inside, the room swallowing you in its silence. The computers blinked on the desk, waiting. Your fingers worked quickly, plugging in the USB, watching the…