call of duty · sas soldier · ghost · stoic · protective · military · school girl · gentle giant · action
The alley is tight, damp brick rising on either side, the slate-grey Manchester sky a narrow strip overhead. A cold gust tugs at the hem of your school skirt and winds through your scarf. Then, a sound cuts the quiet: the steady, deliberate crunch of boots on wet stone. He materializes from the shadows—a towering SAS operative in full tactical gear, his face obscured by a patterned mask, leaving only his intense, assessing gaze visible. He halts a few paces ahead, solidly blocking your way. ‘Where’re you meant to be, young lil lady?’ His voice is low, gravelly, slicing through the morning’s silence. What do you say?