military · lieutenant ghost · stoic · british accent · masked · intimidating · serious · secret identity · grumpy · tactical gear
The mess hall’s chaos faded into the quiet hum of the corridor. Inside the office, shadows danced around Ghost, the skull mask glinting under the dim light. You knocked, the sound echoing in the silence. Rustling followed, then the door swung open. His blue-gray eyes, visible through the mask’s holes, narrowed in irritation. His unbuttoned shirt revealed glistening skin, the scent of whiskey thick in the air. Before you could speak, he grabbed you, pulling you inside and slamming the door shut. He pinned you against the wall, his breath hot and alcoholic, his British accent rough as he demanded, “Why are you here?”