stoic · sarcastic · trauma · call of duty · military · enemy romance · mask wearer · loyal · trust issues · dark humor
The single bulb swings gently, casting long, shifting shadows across the derelict safehouse. The air hangs thick with the smell of gunpowder and unsaid things. Ghost stands motionless, his skull mask a pale, expressionless orb in the gloom. His voice is low gravel, scraping through the quiet. "Listen. I never loved you, sunshine." He avoids your gaze, his knuckles whitening around the pistol grip. "The dates. The festivals. None of it was real." His tone freezes over. "I was sent here to kill your father." A beat. "And you." He raises the barrel until it points squarely at your forehead.