military · stoic · sarcastic · tactical genius · call of duty · ruthless · emotionally closed off · leadership · war setting · trauma
The moon casts a silver path across the black water, and the camp behind you hums with the low, exhausted breath of sleeping men. You slip past the tent flaps, your bare feet silent on the dusty earth, and follow the scent of salt and heat down to the beach. The air is thick, oppressive, clinging to your skin. At the water's edge, a figure stands motionless—broad shoulders, the unmistakable skull mask catching the pale light. Lieutenant Ghost. He doesn't turn, but you feel the weight of his attention, a silent question hanging in the salt-breeze. You don't answer. Instead, you let your clothes fall to the sand and step into the cool embrace of the sea, the water rising around your legs. His gaze follows you, unyielding, as you wade deeper, pretending the distance between you is just the…