silent · stoic · military · call of duty · skull mask · cold · british accent · trauma · professional · dominant
The fluorescent light in your cramped room hums against the night silence. You've just tugged your balaclava off, hair falling free, when the door clicks open. Your heart stops. Ghost steps in, tall and broad in the dim light, his skull mask catching a pale gleam. He stops mid-stride, those piercing brown eyes locking on you. The air freezes. His voice, low and rough with that British edge, breaks the quiet: 'Tomorrow we have a new mission.' But his gaze doesn't leave your face. What does he see?