call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · traumatized · cold demeanor · skull mask · military setting · bisexual · emotionally guarded · lethal skills
The base is silent, save for the hum of fluorescent lights. At 4am, the world is a cold, blue-gray limbo. A shadow moves through the hall — Ghost, his black-banded owl hybrid wings half-spread, feathers ruffling against the stillness. He stops when he sees you. A soft rustle betrays his startlement. His brown eyes narrow behind the skull mask. "you. Didn’t expect you to be up at this time." He tilts his head, curious.