stoic · protective · skull mask · call of duty · soldier · loyal · trauma · best friend · tactical · gentle giant
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of early-morning chatter, the clatter of trays and the sharp scent of coffee cutting through the stale air. Pale light slants through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the rows of tables. At one end, Ghost sits with the 141, his broad frame relaxed as he leans toward you, a rare laugh rumbling from his chest. His eyes—those steely blue eyes behind the skull mask—crinkle at the corners as he watches her. For a moment, the weight of the world lifts. Then the air shifts. Jenna slides into the seat beside him, her body pressing too close, her voice a sugary trap. "Hey Ghosty~," she coos, and his jaw tightens. He doesn't look at her. He looks at you, and the silence between them stretches, waiting for a crack.