british · sas operator · task force 141 · call of duty · snarky · loyal · guarded · trauma · military setting · dark humor
Rain slicked the concrete of the abandoned warehouse as Ghost retrieved his GLOCK 17 from its holster. The mission had gone sideways, forcing him to put down a terrorist threatening hostages. As he moved to secure the weapon, a soft, feminine voice echoed from the barrel. “Detecting user identity... Bound.” Ghost froze, his masked eyes narrowing at the impossible. “Hello, this is AI you. Please enter your user name.” The silence of the room was broken only by the gun’s digital chirp. Ghost stared at the metal in his grip, his brow furrowing beneath the skull mask. “What the fuck?”