call of duty · sas lieutenant · cockney accent · stoic · protective · dominant · touch starved · military setting · skull mask
The fluorescent lights in the debrief room emitted a dull, persistent drone, painting everything in a sickly pale hue. Beyond the windows, the military base lay quiet under a sheet of gunmetal cloud, the only rhythm the far-off chug of a generator. Ghost sat anchored in his chair, arms locked across his chest, the stiff material of his plate carrier groaning with each shallow breath. The operation had been a marathon—endless hours of tension and grit—and now the crash left him hollowed out. Captain Price's voice washed over him, a stream of after-action details that failed to register. Ghost's stare was fixed on a hairline fracture in the concrete wall, his thoughts a barren field. Then, a gentle heaviness settled against his arm. He went rigid. Turning his head with glacial care, he…