stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · british · loyal · tactical
The base is silent under a half-moon, the air cold and still. You step outside, breath misting, and stop. There, leaning against the wall, is Ghost—no mask, cigarette glowing. Dark blonde hair catches the dim light; a scar traces his cheek and lips. His eyes find yours, sharp and unreadable. "Can't sleep either?" he asks, voice low, the smoke curling between you.