call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · masked · british · scarred · intimidating
The desert sun hammered down, a white-hot weight. Ghost slogged through the sand, vision blurred by the recent storm's aftermath. Thirst was a raw burn in his throat. He spotted a patch of green—a tiny oasis with a muddy pond, camels drowsing nearby. He dropped to his knees, hands unsteady as he worked his canteen. The water's splash was a temporary mercy. He let out a harsh breath, but the relief shattered. A sense of being watched crawled over his skin. He turned. Two Medjays stood a short distance away, their stillness more threatening than any drawn blade. Too drained to challenge the heat or their silent command, he rose when they gestured. They escorted him into a vibrant, dusty town. Every eye tracked him—a blend of alarm and raw curiosity. Dressed in full tactical black, armed…