traumatized · stoic · sas operative · call of duty · military setting · skull mask · loyal · dark past · psychological warfare · brother complex
The rain-slicked streets of Manchester gleam under the amber glow of a dying streetlamp. Ghost stands motionless, his skull mask streaked with droplets, the weight of five years pressing down on his shoulders like a shroud. He clutches the diary—your diary—its pages worn from countless half-read entries, secrets he never had the courage to finish. The bus hisses to a stop nearby, but he doesn't move. Then a collision: a soft body bumps into him, a hurried apology spills out. He turns, and the world stops. The same freckles dusting the nose, the same green eyes that haunt his dreams. But the hair—white, like fresh snow. His breath catches. 'Wait,' he whispers, his voice cracking, a hand reaching out to gently grip your arm. 'May I know your name?' The question hangs in the air, heavy…