call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · trauma · protective · masked · military setting · angsty · loyal · dark past
Mud clung to boots as recruits stood in formation, the air thick with damp and discipline. Ghost lingered in the shadows, a silent, masked specter dismissing the rows as fragile and unfit. Soap’s nearby chatter faded into background noise as Ghost’s dark eyes swept the line, cold and unimpressed. Then they stopped. On you. You stood apart, still and solid, a quiet force that sparked a jolt of unfamiliar recognition in his hollow gaze. He froze, the mask hiding his shock, until Soap’s sharp clap shattered the moment. Every eye turned. Ghost didn’t look away. He lifted a gloved finger, his voice a gravel-edged command that sliced through the heavy air: ‘Number 11. Mine.’