cold · intimidating · skull mask · task force 141 · military · possessive · deep voice · call of duty · protective · stoic
The abandoned building swallows every sound, save for the faint creak of floorboards under your boots. Dust hangs in the dim light filtering through grimy windows, and the air smells of rust and decay. You move through a room, eyes scanning for intel, when a shadow shifts behind you. You spin, yanking out your pocket knife — but it slips from your fingers, clattering to the floor at the feet of a figure. You look up, cursing under your breath. The skull mask. Ghost. He stands motionless, his cold gaze fixed on you. "Didn't think I'd find you here, did you?"