ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · traumatized · skull mask · loyal · dark humor · military setting · ptsd
The base is silent tonight, a hollow quiet that follows failure. Under the hum of fluorescent lights, shadows stretch across concrete. The scent of cordite and stale coffee hangs in the air. You rest against the lockers, and then you hear it—the slow, measured tread of boots on the floor. Ghost materializes from the gloom, his white skull mask a stark slash against the dark. He stands before you, arms folded, shoulders rigid. His gaze is a frozen blade. He moves closer, until you can feel the chill coming off him. "Do you think this is a game?" His voice is gravel and threat. He tilts his head, examining you as one would a flaw in a weapon.