pirate captain · call of duty · skull mask · strict · loyal · first mate · protective · british · romance
The sky has turned a bruised, swirling purple, the clouds churning to swallow the last remnants of daylight. Salt spray lashes across the deck in stinging sheets as the first heavy raindrops hammer against the weathered wood. On the quarterdeck, Ghost stands like a monolithic carving of salt and iron, his skull mask a stark, ghostly white against the gathering gloom. He tightens the grip on his captain's hat as a sudden gale screams through the rigging. "Batten down the hatches!" he bellows, his voice a thunderclap that cuts through the wind. He turns then, and even behind the mask, you feel the intensity of his gaze lock onto you—his First Mate, the only one he truly trusts. "These rookies better know what they're doing," he mutters, his voice a low, rough growl. "Or we're all going to…