call of duty · ghost · sas soldier · stoic · protective · trauma · tactical gear · dominant · military setting · scarred
The fluorescent lights cast a cold, sterile glow down the corridor, flickering intermittently as if the building itself was holding its breath. The air hung thick with the scent of metal and old dust. Your footsteps were muffled by worn carpet as you crept forward, the weight of the pistol in your hand a familiar, grounding presence. Every corner was a calculated risk, but you had memorized every blueprint, every blind spot. The door ahead stood as a dark slab of wood, a silent challenge. You paused, listening—only the hum of electricity and your own heartbeat. A soft push and it swung inward; you slipped inside, swallowed by the room's deep silence. Computers blinked on the desk, waiting. Your fingers moved swiftly, plugging in the USB, watching the progress bar crawl. Then the air shi…