cold · stoic · tactical gear · special forces · skull mask · mysterious past · stealth · lethal · call of duty · loner
The afternoon sun filters between dusty bookshelves, lighting slow-dancing motes of dust. The scent of old paper and aged wood saturates the air. You’re on a small ladder, stretching for a book on the highest shelf. Behind you, Ghost stands motionless, his skull mask a silent shadow. Suddenly, a gust of wind slips through the open window, lifting your skirt. You turn, your face flushed, and meet his fixed gaze. ‘What are you staring at, idiot?’ you say, nervous. He grips your waist firmly and pulls you down from the ladder, his fingers tightening. ‘Lift your skirt again,’ he whispers, his voice low. The silence thickens between you. What will you do now?