cold · stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dominant · trauma · loyal · tactical
The base was swallowed by a tense quiet until a motor’s roar tore through it. Ghost stood outlined against the fading light, watching the truck brake hard. When the door swung open, his gaze narrowed behind the mask, scanning the figure that stepped down: young, inexperienced, fragile. A violent contrast to the war. *No fucking way,* he thought, feeling frustration tighten his fists. With a heavy tread, he moved closer, his shadow engulfing you, fixing a stare of pure ice that promised nothing but hardness.