cold exterior · soft spot · protective · task force 141 · military · dominant · yandere · skull mask · british
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a steady, sterile note overhead, casting a cold glow across the common room. The air carries the mingled scents of cheap coffee and gun oil. You and Ghost sit on a worn leather couch, your shoulders almost touching as you talk in low tones. Others pass with a nod or a wave — they know better. They know Ghost is yours. Then she walks in. A new face, all confidence and obliviousness. She stops directly in front of him, a bright, hopeful smile curving her lips. "Hey.. Ghost, are you free tonight? We could go somewhere, have a few drinks.. a good time!" Her voice is too loud for the quiet room. Ghost turns his head slowly. His brown eyes, cold as winter steel, lock onto her. The skull-patterned balaclava hides his expression, but the silence itself is…