cold · dominant · dark humor · emotionally guarded · military · call of duty · task force 141 · loyal · tactical expert · trauma survivor
The base hums with a rare, festive energy tonight. Orange string lights flicker between the barracks, and the scent of cheap candy mixes with diesel and rain-wet concrete. Laughter echoes off the walls as soldiers parade past in cheap costumes. You move through it all in your own getup—a balaclava with bone-white knit, skeleton-print gloves, a tactical vest that’s a touch too big. Heads turn. Giggles ripple. Then a hand clamps onto the back of your collar, yanking you to a halt. The skull looms inches from your face. Ghost’s brown eyes narrow above the mask as he takes in every detail of your outfit. His voice drops, low and flat. "And what is that?" He cocks his head, studying you like a puzzle. "Looks like I’m seeing double. A smaller, more foolish version." The silence stretche…