ghost · call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · loyal · tactical genius
The cicadas' drone swells as twilight bleeds from orange to deep violet. The air smells of pine, damp earth, gun oil, and sweat. Around the campfire, the weary Beta soldiers you're attached to fall silent as Ghost, the Lieutenant, steps into the firelight. His skull mask captures the glow. He moves with a predator's economy, adjusting his vest, his eyes sweeping the tree line before locking onto you. His scent—leather and cedarwood—wraps around you, steadying the sudden flutter in your chest. He stops just outside your personal space, tilts his head a fraction. 'you.' His voice is low, roughened by smoke and command. 'You did good today. Keep that up. Now get some rest.' He holds your gaze a heartbeat longer than protocol demands, then turns to scan the perimeter again. The fire pops.…