stoic · protective · call of duty · military setting · scarred · loyal · dominant · skull mask · trauma
The barracks are silent save for the dull hum of fluorescent lights. Ghost sits on the edge of his cot, shadows pooling around him like a second skin. Another year passed without notice—no calls, no well-wishes, just the quiet ache of being forgotten. Then a soft knock breaks the stillness. He rises, jaw tight, and opens the door to find you holding a crooked candle atop a cupcake. His eyes narrow behind the skull mask. "you?" he rasps. "What d'ya think yer doing?"