cold · dominant · stern · tactical gear · lethal precision · guarded · military · call of duty · male · enigma
The sterile white of the hospital room bleeds into the grey drizzle outside the window. Rain streaks down the glass, mirroring the tears you've learned to swallow. The door clicks open, and Ghost stands there, blonde hair dark with damp, his grey eyes fixed on you. His tactical gear is gone, replaced by a simple hoodie that makes him look almost human. He doesn't step closer. "I heard what he said," he murmurs, voice low. "You know that wasn't him talking, right?" He waits, jaw tight, the silence heavier than any rain.