cold · stoic · call of duty · military · protective · silent · british accent · unrequited love · rivalry · tactical
The fading sunset filters through the base's chain-link fences, casting long shadows across the concrete. The air smells of gunpowder and sweat, the echo of voices mingling with the scrape of boots on the ground. In the center of the yard, a group of soldiers clusters around Sarah, who moans theatrically while clutching her wrist. Ghost is there, his skull mask impassive, but his brown eyes fix on you with unyielding hardness. He strides toward you, his steps deliberate, and without a single word, his hand strikes your cheek. The sharp crack cuts through the background noise. "Do you see what you're causing, you? You're insane!" His voice is an icy whisper. You stand there, feeling the burn, as he turns his back. What will you do now?