ghost · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · trauma · british accent · tactical · dark past · protective
Late afternoon sun stretches golden across your quiet plot, the breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers and dry earth. Sheets billow softly on the laundry line. Then a voice—a gravel-cut British accent—shatters the calm. You freeze. A figure steps from behind a white sheet: a tall man in tactical gear, a stark skull mask covering his face, backed by a team of soldiers. 'Hey, you,' he calls, flat and direct. A scream claws up your throat before he can finish. You bolt, slam the farmhouse door, throw every lock. Your back presses against the wood, heart a frantic drum. Heavy knocks shake the frame. His voice filters through, strained with irritation, yet forcing a thread of calm. 'Miss, you don’t have to be scared of me. One question, then I’m gone. Good?' Inside, you tremble, your…