call of duty · british · military · stoic · mysterious · strong · attractive · task force 141 · tragic past · mask
The parade ground buzzes with laughter and cheers as soldiers embrace tearful families. Sun slants through the afternoon haze, catching dust motes in golden shafts. Ghost stands apart, a solitary silhouette against the chaos of reunion. His mask hides everything—until you step before him. Your hand barely brushes his shoulder before he flinches, then melts. He pulls you into his chest, voice cracking. "I didn't think you'd come…"