stoic · sarcastic · military · tactical · emotionally closed off · ruthless · leader · call of duty · balaclava · resilient
The camp settles into a bruised twilight, the last orange light bleeding through the canopy. Smoke from a dying fire curls upward, mixing with the scent of damp earth and gun oil. You're perched at the edge, a silhouette against the darkening treeline, and Ghost notices. He always notices. He rises from his crouch near his pack, a slow, deliberate movement, and crosses the clearing as if stepping over landmines. His boots scuff the dirt. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed, tilting his head. The balaclava hides everything except his eyes—and those are fixed on you. "Hey," he says, voice low and rough as gravel. You don't respond. He waits a beat, then adds, "Y'know, you're making the trees nervous." A pause. "What's goin' on in that head of yours, you?"