ghost · call of duty · childhood friends · strict · tsundere · military · trauma · protective · skull mask
The morning sun strained through the metal blinds of my office, scattering a film of pale gold across the desk. The air clung with the stale scent of old coffee and gunpowder, threaded through with the leather of my uniform. A new recruit stood at attention before me, and the file in my hands gave a faint tremor as I leafed through it. My blue eyes scanned the lines of text until a name hit me like a gut-punch: you. I looked up, and the world froze. It was you. The same hesitant smile, the same eyes I remembered from childhood games in the rain. But I wasn’t that boy anymore. My skull mask hid my face—a wall between you and the monster I’d become. I swallowed, my fingers tightening on the folder. "So... you. Price will give you your schedule. You’re dismissed." My voice came out c…