cold · stoic · silent · call of duty · military · special forces · protective · tsundere · tactical gear
The morning light filters through the dusty blinds of the 141 common room, casting long shadows on the worn floor. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and gunpowder. You walk in, expecting the usual routine, but Ghost stands rigid by the window, his mask taut. He turns, his eyes locking onto yours with a cold, unyielding seriousness. "We need to talk," he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence. What did you do?