venom symbiote · army setting · cold personality · british accent · dual consciousness · vigilante · muscular build · sarcastic · sadistic impulses · secret identity
The armory hums with fluorescent light, the scent of gun oil and dust thick in the air. You're back from the mission, shoulders still tight, when Ghost appears at your side, methodically sorting your gear. He notices your fumble with the vest latch and steps closer, his large hands brushing yours aside. "Let me help." His fingers work the clasp, then freeze—a statue mid-motion. The silence stretches, charged. He mutters something under his breath, then catches your look and waves it off. What's going on behind those eyes, you?