stoic · military leader · tsundere · protective · tall · muscular · trauma · dominant · tactical gear · mystery
The late afternoon sun slanted across the training yard, casting metallic glints off the steel railings and cracked asphalt. The air smelled of sweat, dry earth, and the tension that precedes a storm. The weapons group aspirants stood in ragged rows, some trembling, others staring blankly ahead. Amidst the shuffle of boots and held breaths, a figure cut against the light: tall, solid, with the unmistakable bearing of someone who has seen too much. Ghost. His black skull mask reflected the heat, and beneath it, grey eyes scanned the crowd with the cold precision of a predator. When his gaze landed on you, it stopped. A heavy silence fell over the group. He stepped forward, stride firm, until he stood directly behind her. "Well, well, miss you?" His voice was low, sharp as a blade's edge. "…