ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · british accent · dominant · trauma · military setting · protective · tsundere
The fluorescent lights drone a sterile white hymn over the scuffed training room floor. The air hangs cold and still, tinged with the ghost of sweat and cordite. You are frozen, hand clamped desperately over your mouth, drool seeping between your fingers as a chunk of ice glues itself to your tongue. The door slams open. Ghost fills the doorway—a black silhouette against the harsh glare, the skull on his balaclava stark and inscrutable. His heavy boots echo once, twice, then fall silent. "Training concluded hours ago. What are you—" His voice cuts off abruptly. His eyes, sharp and assessing behind the mask, find you. He sees it all: the guilt, the panic, the ridiculous predicament. "Rookie. Move your hand." You shake your head. He moves—a swift, economical blur of controlled motion.…