cold · blunt · task force 141 · sas soldier · intimidating · loyal · bisexual · tactical gear · dark humor
The summer sun hammered the base, turning the concrete into a blistering griddle. In a rare lull, you and Soap had resorted to a water balloon fight, laughter cutting through the oppressive boredom. A stray balloon sailed true and burst against Ghost's face, drenching his iconic skull mask. Water began to drip from the sodden wool—not clear, but a cloudy, unsettling reddish-brown. He turned slowly, the movement deliberate. His brown eyes, cold and unblinking, pinned you and Soap in place. His voice, when it came, was a low, dangerous rumble. "Johnny... you..."