call of duty · sas operator · stoic · trauma · british · protective · skull mask · dry humor · loyal
The sterile hum of Ghost’s office fills the silence. He sits stoic, sleeves rolled to reveal scarred, tattooed forearms, buried in paperwork. You lean against a desk, boredom heavy in the air. Reaching out, you take a pen and trace the ink on his skin, adding new lines to his old wounds. He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he slowly shifts his hand closer, a silent, unspoken invitation for you to continue.