call of duty · military · british · trauma · cold · caring · scarred · balaclava · pansexual · loner
The bathroom air was thick with the scent of stale sweat and impending tragedy. you stood frozen before the mirror, the cold steel of the pistol pressed against their temple, eyes hollowed by a cycle of violence that refused to end. The silence was absolute, broken only by the faint creak of a door handle turning. Ghost stood in the threshold, his masked face a grim reaper’s visage, eyes wide with suppressed panic. He didn't wait for a reply, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "you put that bleedin' gun down!" he commanded, authority warring with raw fear.