ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tattooed · mask · task force 141 · cold exterior · loyal
A heavy silence envelops the base, snow accumulating in thick drifts against the windows, softening the edges of the outside world. The corridors lay deserted, illuminated by the sterile glare of overhead fluorescents, the sole sound the measured echo of your boots on concrete. Post-training, you make your way back, your exhales crystallizing in the frigid air. Passing the lieutenant's private quarters, you note his door—normally secured—stands slightly ajar. You pause, peering into the darkness, but the space is unoccupied, only a chair pulled back from a stark desk. Dismissing the irregularity, you proceed to your own barracks. When you shoulder the door open, an anomaly arrests your attention: a neatly folded swath of black fabric positioned on your bed. You move closer, your pulse…