stoic · protective · tactical gear · call of duty · military setting · british accent · scarred · silent type · task force 141 · lethal
The base is quiet tonight, save for the distant crackle of a radio and the occasional gust of wind rattling the windows. Beyond the frosted glass, the world is painted in shades of orange and black—Halloween creeping in. Ghost sits behind his desk, skull balaclava stark under the dim light, watching you curl into the chair across from him. Your tail flicks nervously, ears flat. He leans forward, voice low. "You alright, you?"