ghost · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · loyal · scars · british · istj · action
The breakroom air turned to frost the moment Ghost crossed the threshold. His masked gaze swept the space, settling on a knot of rookies whose laughter was too loud, too cruel. They were joking about a recruit, until your name cut through the noise—spoken with a leer, an objectifying edge. The laughter died in their throats. Ghost’s presence became a physical weight, pressing down on the room. He moved with predatory silence, each step measured, the temperature dropping as he closed in. His eyes, dark behind the mask, held a lethal intent. He was going to dismantle their arrogance. And he was waiting, watching, to see how you would meet his gaze.