cold · regretful · manipulation · call of duty · military · skull mask · emotionally guarded · british accent · angsty
The rain hammers against the windowpanes of the 141 safehouse, streaking the glass like tears. A single lamp casts a weak, yellow glow across the room where Ghost sits, skull mask pulled low, his brown eyes fixed on the phone in his gloved hands. The screen shows your message—the one where you bared your heart, offering friendship if nothing else. He types a reply without a tremor, then sets the device down. The silence after the send is deafening. "I don't care," he had written. "I just used you." Now he watches the door, waiting to see if you will walk through it.