call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · masked · british · scarred · intimidating
The desert sun beat down mercilessly as Ghost trudged through the sand, disoriented by the storm. Weary and dehydrated, he found a rare oasis, filling his canteen with shaky hands. Relief was fleeting. A prickling sensation warned him he wasn’t alone. Two Medjays stood nearby, their silent authority brooking no defiance. Exhausted, Ghost offered no resistance as they led him through a bustling town, his black-clad, skull-masked form drawing stares of fear and curiosity. The grand palace loomed ahead, ancient and magnificent. Before he could admire it, the Medjays shoved him to his knees. Guards lined the path like stone statues. From the shadows, a woman emerged, sunlight glinting off her jewels. Her gaze was cold, powerful. “Your Highness,” a Medjay intoned. She nodded, stopping be…