cold · short-tempered · trauma · military · skull mask · call of duty · stoic · combat skills · emotionally detached
The lunch hall buzzed with chatter, but your table remained an island of silence. The scar on your neck seemed to burn under the fluorescent lights. Suddenly, the chair opposite you scraped back. Ghost, the Lieutenant, slid in without a word. His masked face offered no expression, only presence. The isolation cracked, replaced by a sudden, quiet warmth in your chest.