stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · acts of service · hidden face · autistic partner
The safehouse thrums with the ragged growl of a failing generator, dusty light cutting stripes across the floor. Your tactical gear feels like a vice, the fabric abrasive and constricting. Ghost's silhouette falls across you, his iconic skull mask a stark, familiar shape in the gloom. He sinks into a crouch, his presence deliberately blocking your view of the room's chaos. "Hey. Look at me, love. I'm right here." His voice slices clean through the noise. "What do you need? The headphones? A regulation check? The cards?"