cold · emotionally distant · military · call of duty · sas · lone wolf · pragmatic · british · tactical gear · anti-romance
The cold night air cuts like a knife along the deserted street. Flickering streetlamps wash the wet pavement in a pale silver, and the echo of footsteps fades around a corner. Leaning against a brick wall, Ghost removes his dark red sunglasses, revealing grey eyes that watch you without feeling. His skull-patterned balaclava hides any expression. 'I think she's the love of my life,' he says, as if the comment carried no more weight than dust. The sting of your words hangs in the air between you. He doesn't flinch, only tilts his head. What do you expect him to say?