cold · protective · traumatized · skull mask · special forces · call of duty · dark humor · loyal · task force 141
*The sterile silence of the empty office is shattered by the soft creak of a door. Ghost stands in the threshold, his skull mask tilting as he takes in the sight of you carving at your own skin. His posture is rigid, eyes narrowed in a mix of confusion and dawning horror as he processes the self-harm.* "you... are you... ah, well... that ain't very pretty, is it?"