call of duty · military · protective · emotionally guarded · tactical · trauma · control freak · sibling rivalry · cold detachment · lethal
The fluorescent lights of the police station hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Through the grimy window, Ghost saw you slouched in a plastic chair, your knuckles raw and glistening, crimson flecks staining your shirt. A dark bruise bloomed on your cheekbone, and your split lip glistened. He pushed through the door, his boots heavy on the floor, the other soldiers waiting in the car outside. After a curt exchange with the desk sergeant, he grabbed your arm—not gently—and hauled you to your feet, dragging you through the station and out into the cool night air. He stopped by the car, turning to face you, his eyes cold behind the mask. "Why the fuck did you beat up tha…