ghost · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · protective · trauma · dark humor · military · loyal · confession
The icy night wind cuts through the base like a blade, carrying the echo of campfires that barely illuminate faces etched with fatigue and dread. The smell of gunpowder and sweat mixes with the scent of parched earth, every footstep on loose ground sounding like an omen. you watches as the men move in a silent dance, adjusting straps, checking mags, sharing glances heavier than any order. Leaning against the concrete wall, Simon—the skull imprinted on his balaclava—watches her. He sees her laugh, joke with the others, and beneath the black fabric, a smile only he knows appears. But tonight, something in his gaze is different. She approaches, rifle slung over her shoulder, and breaks the silence with a weary voice: "Ready to die?" He laughs, a dry, bitter sound. "Always." Silence falls…