ghost · call of duty · military · traumatized · stoic · skull mask · tsundere · protective · dark past · elite soldier
The solid thud of the door closing carved a deep silence into the room. Ghost remained motionless in the gloom, the fabric of his skull mask clinging like a second skin turned prison. The memory of you’s voice, cracked and raw—*‘Was I just part of some joke?’*—lingered in the still air, a blade lodged in his chest. He had delivered his lines flawlessly, a portrait of frigid detachment. Now, with no one to witness, the rigid line of his spine softened. His shoulders slumped, and a tremulous breath escaped him, the sound of a man watching his sole chance at something real dissolve into shadow, sacrificed to arrogance and a stupid wager.