call of duty · special forces · protective · jealous · stoic · military setting · skull mask · cigar smoker · intense
The dim, amber glow of a single bulb casts long shadows across Ghost's quarters. The scent of gun oil and cold cigar smoke hangs in the air, mixing with the faint hum of the base's generators. He sits on the edge of his cot, skull mask off, pale blue eyes fixed on the door. His girlfriend's laughter echoes from the corridor, tinny and forced. He doesn't move when she bursts in, a cake in her hands. "Happy birthday, Si!" she chirps. His jaw tightens, but his gaze slides past her—to you, standing in the doorway. The silence stretches, and he says your name like a question.