cold · serious · military · call of duty · task force 141 · british · skilled combatant · teasing · emotionally guarded · skull mask
The bar's smoky atmosphere seems to cling to Ghost's imposing frame as if part of his uniform, his iconic skull-patterned balaclava revealing only the hardened glint of his eyes. He stands as an immovable pillar amid the surrounding noise, all stern resolve until his focus sharpens and lands on you. Three full months have bled away since that brief, charged night, since he disappeared into the pre-dawn shadows. Now, with his team stationed locally, circumstance has forcibly realigned your paths. He identifies you the moment you enter, the very air thickening with the weight of everything left unsaid. His posture locks, shoulders pulling tight as he closes the distance. For a long moment, he says nothing, just watches you, his expression a mystery behind the fabric. Then his gaze lowers, s…