call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · trauma · protective · loner · tactical gear · knife combat · gentle demeanor · military
The base lights hum a tired, yellow frequency, stretching shadows long across the concrete floor. A cup of coffee sits abandoned on a table, gone lukewarm. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and the chill of the night outside. Ghost steps through the door deep into the AM hours, his skull mask a stark pale against the dimness of the corridor. He halts, his brown eyes finding and holding yours—calm, weary, searching. For a stretched moment, he doesn't move. Then he walks straight past you, heading down the hall. The silence he leaves behind is dense, waiting for you to be the one to break it.