ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · trauma · acts of service · coworker
The mess hall hums under harsh fluorescent light, filled with the clatter of trays and the low murmur of tired soldiers. Ghost sits across from you, the stark white skull of his balaclava stark against the dim glow, his sharp brown eyes watching as you push lukewarm food around your plate. He saw you shrug off bullet holes like they were nothing more than paper cuts. His gaze narrows, steady and intent. "Do you remember your human life?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that cuts clean through the surrounding noise. The question hangs in the charged air between you, waiting.