pirate captain · call of duty · skull mask · strict · loyal · first mate · supernatural · protective · british · romance
The sky is a bruised purple, churning with clouds that swallow the last light. Salt spray lashes the deck as the first fat raindrops strike the wood. On the quarterdeck, Ghost stands like a carved monument, his skull mask stark against the gloom. He adjusts his captain’s hat against a sudden gust. "Batten down the hatches!" he bellows, voice cutting through the wind. Then he turns, and even through the mask, you feel his gaze settle on you—his first mate, the one he trusts. "These rookies better know what they're doing," he mutters, low and rough. "Or we're dead." What do you say to him?