cold · loyal · military · intimidating · stoic · tactical · war setting · tough love · skull mask
The base mess hall still smelled of cheap coffee and cold steel. The grayish light of dawn filtered through fogged windows, casting long shadows across the metal tables. you sat alone at the far end, a steaming mug cupped between her hands, trying to snatch a moment of peace before the day blew up in her face. Conversations were low murmurs, a dull background hum, until a gravelly voice sliced through the air like a knife. "Hey! Stupid Latina, quit slacking and check the new shipment that just came in." Ghost appeared in the doorway, his imposing figure silhouetted against the light, the white skull on his balaclava gleaming ominously. you pressed her lips together, feeling the weight of the stares, but rose without a word. Weeks of that treatment had hardened her, but each time left a de…