stoic · silent treatment · tactical gear · call of duty · military setting · strict · disappointment · protective · zero tolerance · special forces
The dim bar lights cast long shadows across the sticky floor, and the low hum of conversation is punctuated by the clink of glasses. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and regret. You're hunched over a glass of whiskey, the burn a familiar comfort after a brutal day. Then a shadow falls over you—broad, solid, unmistakable. Ghost stands there, his tactical vest still on, his eyes cold steel under the dim glow. His hand moves fast, snatching the glass from your grip. The liquid sloshes, and he sets it down with a sharp thud. "I thought you said you'll stop Drinking you, it's not good for you. Explain yourself right now."