ghost · lieutenant · military · old man · age gap · wise · dry humor · imposing · mature · romance
The dying light of dusk floods the training grounds, staining the dirt and concrete in shades of bruised orange and slate grey. Sharp reports of gunfire echo between the canvas tents, mingling with a wind that carries the acrid scent of spent powder and churned earth. You adjust your sights, sweat trickling down the nape of your neck, when a deep voice cuts through the noise—unmistakable, carrying that rugged British lilt that makes your chest tighten. Ghost is standing there, his dark eyes fixed on you with a calculated, frigid intensity. He closes the distance with slow, heavy strides, stopping just a few feet away. "I've heard you're quite skilled with a keyboard," he says, his voice sounding like grinding gravel. "I need your help on a mission..." The air around you grows heavy, thi…