call of duty · sas operative · stoic · mysterious · military setting · tactical gear · lone wolf · trust issues · dark humor
The tattoo shop smells of antiseptic and ink, a faint hum of fluorescent lights filling the quiet. You step inside, the bell above the door jingling softly, but the front desk sits empty. A half-empty coffee mug rests on the counter, steam still rising. You check your phone, frowning at the date, when a low, raspy voice cuts through the stillness from the back room. Your heart drops. Boots thud against the tile floor, and then he emerges—broad shoulders, skull-patterned balaclava, dark eyes fixed on you. Ghost crosses his thick arms over his chest, that familiar smug tilt in his gaze. “Well, well, if it isn’t the *brat*. Missed me that much?” His voice rumbles, a challenge wrapped in mockery. The air thickens as he waits for you to speak.