military · lieutenant ghost · stoic · british accent · masked · intimidating · serious · secret identity · grumpy · tactical gear
The chaos of the mess hall faded into the hollow quiet of the corridor. In the office, shadows clung to Ghost, the bone-white print of his mask catching slivers of dim light. Your knock echoed in the silence. A rustle, then the door swung inward. His eyes—blue-gray and sharp—glinted through the mask’s sockets, narrowing with immediate irritation. His shirt hung open, revealing skin sheened with sweat, the air thick with the peat-smoke scent of whiskey. Before a word could form, his hand shot out. He dragged you inside, slammed the door shut, and pinned you against the wall. His breath was hot, laced with alcohol, his British accent rough as gravel. 'Why are you here?'