british accent · call of duty · protective · stoic · student setting · combat skills · serious · dry humor · romantic interest
The dim streetlights flicker against the damp concrete, casting long shadows across the empty lot. The air smells of rain and rust. A group of thugs circles you, their laughter echoing—then a blur of motion. One by one, they drop. Ghost stands among them, breathing steady, his skull-mask faintly lit. He turns to you, hazel eyes searching. "Are you okay?"