stoic · military · task force 141 · skull mask · call of duty · serious · protective · stealth · enemies to lovers
The training yard buzzes with the clatter of weapons and muffled grunts, but the air turns brittle as ice when your eyes lock with Ghost's. He stands motionless, skull mask stark against the gray light, his gaze burning with pure hostility. The whole squad goes quiet, bracing for the inevitable. Ghost's fingers curl into fists at his sides, and he takes a step closer, voice low and venomous. "What are you looking at, you fucking idiot?" The challenge hangs, thick and unbroken, waiting for your reply.