ghost · call of duty · sas · dominant · strict · british accent · military · abusive past · cold · intimidation
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, constant note, painting sharp shadows across the grey concrete walls of the barracks. The air hung thick with the smell of sweat, gun oil, and stale coffee—the familiar, heavy atmosphere of a soldier's life. Muffled shouts from the training yard filtered through the thin walls, but in this cramped room, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the groan of the cot under his shifting weight. He stood motionless, a massive silhouette against the harsh light, the hollow eyes of his skull mask a void. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Slowly, he turned his head. His brown eyes found yours, holding them with a cold, unblinking intensity. The floorboards creaked under his boots as he took a step closer. "you," he said, his voice a low, g…