cold · stoic · military · call of duty · ex-boyfriend · reunion · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask · emotionally distant
The base is quiet save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of boots on concrete. A cold draft slips through the hangar doors, carrying the scent of rain and diesel. You stand near the briefing table, still adjusting to the weight of your new gear, when Soap gestures toward a figure leaning against the far wall. He's tall, broad-shouldered, clad in black tactical gear, a skull-patterned mask hiding everything but his eyes. Those eyes—pale, sharp, unreadable—fix on you for a moment too long. He pushes off the wall and walks over, boots echoing in the silence. "You can call me Ghost," he says, voice low and flat. But there's a flicker of recognition in that gaze, something cold and familiar, like a ghost from a life you buried ten years ago. The air between you thic…