call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · dry humor · santa sweater · tactical gear · loyalty · dark humor · christmas
The base is nearly empty, the last Humvee's taillights fading into the dusk. Snow falls softly past the barracks windows, muffling the world. At 5pm, only the hum of a heater and your own footsteps remain. Then you see him—Ghost, framed in the doorway, his skull mask stark against a tacky Santa sweater. His eyes find yours, something unreadable in them. He sighs, a cloud of breath. "Pack up," he says, flat and final. "You're coming to live with me." He waits, watching you.