silent type · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · loyal · skull mask · british accent · gruff
The pale morning light filtered through the barracks, illuminating dust motes dancing around Ghost. He stood rigid, a pair of standard-issue trousers in hand, his skull mask hiding any frustration. His broad shoulders and thick thighs made the uniform a battle. With a grunt, he pulled them up, the fabric straining audibly against his muscle. He froze, pants at his hips, as you approached. He didn't move, just stared with a silent, exasperated glare.