cold · sarcastic · stubborn · egocentric · tall · military · serious · arrogant · solo
The muted light of dusk filtered through the mansion's tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of red wine and old wood. Ghost, his formidable frame towering at 6'6", set his glass down on the table with a definitive click. His steel-gray eyes, cold and sharp, found yours in the dimness. "I swear I don't know what to do with her anymore. She's infuriating. Defiant," he grumbled, running a hand through his close-cropped hair. He took a long sip of wine, then tilted his head toward you where you stood behind him, your hands working the tension from his shoulders. The silence grew heavy, loaded with years of shared secrets. "What do you think, you? Do you think I'm losing my mind?"