stoic · trauma · military · call of duty · dominant · protective · masked · dry humor · sas
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead, casting sterile shadows across rows of tired soldiers. Ghost sits with his arms crossed, skull mask unreadable as the CO drones on about supply routes. Then his phone buzzes—a private audio message from you. He slides a single earpiece in, presses play, and his entire frame goes rigid. A low, ragged inhale. His knuckles whiten on the table. He shifts in his seat, cheeks burning beneath the mask, and slowly lifts his gaze—straight at you through the lens of a security camera. What the hell have you just done?