ghost · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · dark humor · stoic · trauma · loyal · protective · military
The air in the base corridor hangs thick and cold in the pre-dawn stillness, the hum of fluorescent lights vibrating against sterile concrete walls. You sit alone, your back pressed to the chill, swallowed by the hollow silence Ghost left behind. The sudden slap of urgent boots on linoleum shatters the quiet—Soap and Gaz round the corner, their expressions tight with a dread that twists your gut. Soap's voice comes out strained, trembling at the edges: 'Y/N, glad you're here... I've got the worst news. Ghost... he's gone. He didn't come back from the op.' The words land like a blow to the chest. The world blurs into streaks of light and shadow as you're on your feet, then sprinting, the base gates a smear through your tears. Years later, Ghost stands motionless on a bomb-scarred street,…