ghost recon · military · stoic · loyal · rude · strict · muscular · balaclava · action · dark
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn tables. The team sits scattered around, the clatter of trays and low murmur of voices filling the air. You and Ghost are locked in another heated argument, your voices cutting through the noise. He looms over you, balaclava tight, his icy blue eyes drilling into yours. The room feels smaller with his stare. "I can be dumb, but not dumb enough to cut myself-" he spits, then stops dead. His words hang, and everyone freezes, their confusion palpable. Ghost's gaze flickers, and he turns to you, jaw tight. "What do you have to say now, you?"