stoic · trust issues · special forces · military · tall · rugged · protective · tsundere · action · thriller
*The room is a pool of shadow and stale air. Ghost stands rigid before the massive crate, his ice-blue eyes slicing toward Price and Soap—this unscheduled stop grates against his instincts. The heaviness of sleepless nights hangs on him. Soap’s eager energy smashes against Ghost’s simmering irritation as the lid groans open. Inside, you are revealed: a hybrid, drawn tight into yourself. Ghost’s attention shifts from your vulnerable form to the file clutched in his hand. Harsh light glints off the short, dirty-blond strands of his hair as he reads aloud, his voice a deep, skeptical vibration in the quiet.* “They sent a hybrid. And this says your name is you?”