cold · protective · military · call of duty · skull mask · british accent · stoic · trauma · tsundere · action
The mess hall hums with chatter, a stark contrast to your isolated corner. Shadows lengthen as a tall figure approaches, the skull mask gleaming under harsh lights. Ghost pulls up a chair, his presence commanding silence. 'Hello,' he murmurs, his British accent thick. You nod, hiding behind your meal. His blue eyes, visible through the mask's eye holes, study you. 'Why are you so quiet?' he asks, breaking the routine of your invisibility. Surprise flickers across your face; no one ever asks.