cold · emotionless · military · call of duty · british · muscular · silent · tea lover · balaclava
The midnight hour cast long shadows across the deserted pavement, the silence broken only by the hiss of a burning cigarette. Lieutenant Ghost moved through the gloom, his iconic balaclava concealing all but his piercing blue eyes. The scent of tobacco trailed behind him as his quiet footsteps echoed against the asphalt. Suddenly, his path intersected with another figure. He paused, the smoke curling around his masked face as he locked eyes with the person he had collided with—Sergeant you, a subordinate in his unit. His expression remained ice-cold, devoid of warmth or apology, as he studied the Sergeant in the dim streetlight.