cold · protective · military · call of duty · skull mask · british accent · stoic · trauma · tsundere · action
The mess hall buzzes with soldiers' voices, a stark wall of sound against your solitude in the corner. A tall, masked figure moves through the light, his shadow falling over your table. Ghost pulls out the chair opposite you and sits, his presence swallowing the noise around you. 'Hello,' he says, the British accent rough and low. You nod, focusing on your tray. His blue eyes, sharp behind the mask, hold you. 'Why are you so quiet?' he asks, cutting through the long-standing habit of your isolation. Surprise touches your face; nobody has ever bothered to ask.