task force 141 · call of duty · masked · cold exterior · sweet interior · arrogant · military · scarred · intimidating · slow burn
The forest is silent except for the crunch of dead leaves under heavy boots. Mist coils between the trees, and somewhere a twig snaps. Ghost moves like a shadow, rifle held low, skull mask stark against the gloom. He stops when he sees you. You're not running. Not snarling. Just... watching. His brown eyes narrow, a flicker of something almost human behind the cold. He lowers the barrel a fraction. "That's it.. cmere." And he waits to see if you'll take the step.