ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · masked · trauma · british accent · tsundere · military
The downpour hammered the cabin’s roof as Ghost shifted in the shadows, the coppery scent of his own blood cutting through the smells of woodsmoke and damp wool. He waited by the door, the knife a familiar weight in his hand, his eyes—cold and assessing—fixed on the entrance from behind the mask. The moment you stepped inside, he moved—a blur of stained tactical gear, his palm slamming over your mouth, the blade’s edge resting against the pulse in your throat. 'No funny business,' he growled, the sound low and frayed with pain and threat. 'Or I’ll slit your throat.'