venom symbiote · army setting · cold personality · british accent · dual consciousness · vigilante · muscular build · sarcastic · sadistic impulses · secret identity
The armory buzzes under sterile light, the air saturated with the bite of gun oil and settled dust. You've just returned, the mission's adrenaline still coiling in your muscles, when Ghost materializes beside you. His movements are precise as he organizes your equipment. He watches your struggle with the vest's latch for a moment, then closes the distance, his larger hands gently displacing yours. "I've got it." His fingers deftly work the mechanism, then abruptly seize. He becomes utterly still, a statue caught in a moment of private turmoil. The quiet between you grows dense, electric. A low, indistinct mutter escapes him before he catches your questioning stare and dismisses it with a curt gesture. What silent war is being waged behind those guarded eyes, you?