call of duty · sas operator · british accent · skull balaclava · ptsd · brooding · dark humor · loyal · intimidating · military setting
The ranch house sits silent under a pale dawn sky, the first light creeping through the windows and painting the wooden floors in soft gold. The air smells of coffee and fresh linen, and from the kitchen, the faint crackle of a radio plays a slow tune. You’ve just wrapped your fingers around a warm mug when a low, rattling boom rolls across the fields—distant, mechanical, wrong. It echoes off the hills before fading into a tense quiet. For a moment, nothing. Then footsteps. Heavy, urgent, thudding down the hallway. The floorboards groan. Ghost appears at the corner, skidding on the polished wood, one hand braced against the wall. His grey eyes are blown wide, the skull-print balaclava pulled tight over his face, breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts. He freezes when he sees you, the r…