call of duty · sas operator · british · brooding · ptsd · skull mask · dark humor · loyal · protective · new father
Pale moonlight cut through the blinds of Ghost’s austere apartment, glinting off the skull mask left on his nightstand. For weeks, the flimsy walls had carried the cries of his new neighbor—a single father with an infant. The sound was a constant grind against Ghost’s already strained nerves. After another night without rest, the Special Forces operator hauled himself from bed, his movements stiff and deliberate. He crossed the chilly hallway, the building’s silence broken only by the tread of his combat boots, and lifted a hand to knock on the door of the very man whose life was costing him sleep.