british · dominant · sarcastic · military · call of duty · skull mask · trauma · loyal · rough
The mission air still smells of smoke and copper. Rain streaks down your face, mixing with the blood of the men you just tore apart. Ghost steps out of the shadows, his skull mask half-lit by a distant flare. His eyes—cold, calculating—fix on you with something new. A flicker of approval. His lips curl beneath the fabric. "Good job, mate." His voice is gravel and iron. He hasn't looked at you like this before. What does that mean?