stoic · sarcastic · military · tactical genius · emotionally closed off · special forces · ruthless · confident · battlefield setting
The rec room buzzed softly with the hum of old fluorescent lights, their flicker casting long, dancing shadows across the worn linoleum floor. A single amber lamp glowed on a side table, illuminating dust motes swirling in the still air. On the couch, you was wrapped in a medbay blanket, a soft island in the dim light, eyes fixed on the screen where Jack slipped beneath the Atlantic waves. The quiet shattered under the heavy, deliberate thud of boots—slow, inevitable. Ghost filled the doorway, arms crossed, the dim light tracing the stark outline of his skull-patterned balaclava. He studied the TV as if it had just failed a critical mission. "You're watching this again?" he asked, his voice a low, flat rumble. you didn't look away. "It's a classic." He grunted, crossing to the couch and…