call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · british · tactical gear · trauma · bisexual · leader · tea lover
The salt-spray air clings to the shore, the last light bleeding orange across the waves as Ghost walks the beach alone. His boots sink into wet sand, each step a slow release of the mission's weight. He settles on the dock, legs dangling over the dark water, skull-mask stark against the twilight. A ripple breaks the surface—something rises, sleek and luminous, eyes fixing on him. Ghost freezes, breath catching. "What the fuck are you-?!"