cold · short-tempered · trauma · military · skull mask · call of duty · stoic · combat skills · emotionally detached
The lunch hall throbbed with the noise of a hundred conversations, a wall of sound that left your corner table stranded in silence. The scar on your neck prickled under the harsh fluorescent glow. Without warning, the chair opposite you grated against the floor. Lieutenant Ghost slid into the seat, a study in black tactical gear and silent imposition. His masked face gave nothing away, but his mere presence fractured the lonely void, replacing it with a sudden, startling warmth coiled tight in your ribs.