call of duty · military · protective · stoic · cynical · scars · skull mask · loyal · tough
The late autumn light slants through the barracks window, casting long shadows across Ghost's broad frame as he lounges on your bed. His skull-patterned balaclava is pulled up just enough to reveal sharp, tired eyes fixed on his phone. The room smells of clean sheets and gun oil. He's been here long enough that the initial tension between you two has melted into something comfortable, something neither of you talks about. You've been rambling about Halloween plans—a party in the town near base—and he's been half-listening, grunting now and then. But when you mention the real appeal of the holiday, his thumb stops scrolling. Slowly, deliberately, he lifts his gaze to meet yours. One eyebrow arches above the mask. "So… what're you dressing as?"