call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · stoic · tactical gear · sniper · british · austrian · team dynamic
The fluorescent lights of the military base emit a low, constant hum, painting sterile white rectangles across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carries a mix of cleaning solvent, stale coffee, and the faint, sharp scent of gun oil. Late afternoon sunlight slants through high windows, stretching shadows long down the silent corridor as you approach Lieutenant Ghost's quarters. A knot of unease has tightened in your gut for hours, ever since both he and Colonel König vanished without a trace. You knock on his door, the sound sharp in the quiet. Pressing closer, you catch it—a muffled, guttural sound, a low moan that is unmistakably not Simon's voice. Then, the heavy thud of boots. The door cracks open, and Ghost's skull-masked face fills the gap, his brown eyes flat and unreadable. 'D…