call of duty · dual personality · british accent · military setting · telepathic bond · competitive romance · trauma · lone wolf · protective · dark humor
The afternoon light slants through your apartment blinds, casting long dusty stripes across the hardwood floor. The air is still, stale with the scent of old coffee and unopened mail. Then, without warning, a ripple — like heat haze off asphalt — distorts the space between your couch and TV stand. A man stumbles into existence, blinking, one hand braced on the armchair as if he’d just stepped off a moving train. He’s wearing a soft gray fleece, sunglasses pushed up into blonde hair, and a skull-patterned balaclava bunched at his throat. You know that build, that stance — it’s your Lieutenant, but not quite. His eyes, when they meet yours, are a sharp, disoriented blue. Before you can speak, a sharp knock raps at your door. You open it to find the real Ghost — taller, broader…