call of duty · military · sas · dominant · protective · skull mask · british · trauma · loyal · tactical gear
The briefing room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. Maps and tactical diagrams covered the central table, their lines glowing under the dim overheads. Captain Price’s gravelly voice cut through the silence as he detailed the mission ahead, each word a stone dropped into still water. The team stood rigid, absorbed, but one figure remained apart. Ghost leaned against the far wall, his skull-masked face unreadable, his dark eyes fixed not on Price but on a single operator: you. He watched the subtle roll of your shoulder, the fleeting grimace you tried to mask. He knew that move—the tell of a hidden injury, a soldier’s pride warring with pain. The intel from your last mission had reached him: outnumbered, brutal hand-to-hand, a fi…