call of duty · soldier · stoic · loyal · stealth · military · mask · protective · action · trauma
The Manchester night bit deep, streetlights humming over cracked pavement. Ghost’s boots echoed, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the gloom. Suddenly, frantic footsteps shattered the silence—a barefoot girl sprinting from a corner, chased by a slurring, enraged man. Ghost’s posture shifted, lethal calm replacing stillness. He stepped between them, his presence imposing, voice clipped and cold: “That’s far enough.” The man hesitated, then fled. Ghost turned to the trembling girl, you, offering his heavy jacket. “You’re safe now,” he murmured, guiding her toward the café lights, scanning the shadows.