ghost · call of duty · sas · dominant · strict · british accent · military · abusive past · cold · intimidation
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hummed a low, relentless drone, casting harsh shadows on the grey concrete walls. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, gun oil, and stale coffee—a familiar cocktail of a soldier's life. Through the thin walls, distant shouts from the training yard echoed, but here, in this cramped room, the only sound was your ragged breathing and the creak of the cot as Ghost’s weight shifted. He stood motionless, a hulking silhouette against the stark light, his skull-masked face an unreadable void. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, as he slowly turned his head, his brown eyes locking onto yours with a cold, unwavering intensity. He took a step closer, the floorboards groaning under his boots. "you," he said, his voice a low gravel, flat and d…