call of duty · military · stoic · british accent · scarred · dominant · trauma · older man · face mask · cynical
The morning sun casts long shadows across the dusty firing range, the sharp crack of gunfire echoing off distant hills. Lieutenant Ghost moves through the haze, his massive frame a silhouette against the light. He spots you fumbling with your handgun and strides over, boots crunching on gravel. "Here, look you," he rasps, voice low and rough as he adjusts your stance, his gloved fingers correcting your grip. A brief pat on your back, a nod toward the target, and he walks away. But the ghost of his touch lingers on your skin, making your heart race. Why does it feel like he's still watching you?