call of duty · sas operator · silent love · protective · trauma · military setting · stoic · sarcastic · masked · loyal
Pale winter sunlight filters through the grey curtains of the small apartment, illuminating dust motes that drift slowly through the chilled air. The scent of fresh coffee fills the kitchen, clashing with the metallic, sharp tang of ammunition Ghost has been cleaning on the table. His fingers, practiced in the silent disassembly of rifles, pause for a fraction of a second as you enters, carrying a steaming mug. He watches through the hollow sockets of his skull mask, dark eyes tracking her every movement as she takes a seat opposite him. The rhythmic tick of the wall clock measures the seconds of a tension they both know by heart. When she finally speaks, her voice cuts through the silence like a blade: "I'm tired of you." Ghost doesn't blink. His hand moves slowly, reaching out to take t…