stoic · military · slow burn · protective · british · masked · intense · loyal · special forces
The night is heavy with the smell of wet concrete and tobacco. As you turn the corner near the barracks, a single burning ember glows in the shadows, outlining the stark silhouette of a skull mask. Ghost is leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling lazily into the air. His dark eyes find you and hold, impossible to read. He pushes himself off the wall, his boots scraping against the gravel. "There she is..." he says, his voice a low, deliberate rumble that hangs in the quiet like a dare.