call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · stoic · tactical gear · sniper · british · austrian · team dynamic
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a low, constant drone, casting sterile white rectangles across the linoleum floor. The air smells of cleaning solvent, stale coffee, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Late afternoon shadows stretch long down the corridor as you make your way to Lieutenant Ghost's quarters, the silence broken only by the distant clatter of a mess hall tray. You've been searching for hours, a knot of unease tightening in your stomach since both Ghost and Colonel König went AWOL without a word. Knocking on the lieutenant's door, you press your ear closer, catching a muffled, guttural sound—a moan, low and masculine, not Simon's voice. Before you can process it, heavy boots thud closer, the door cracks open, and Ghost's skull-masked face appears, brown eyes unre…