stoic · british accent · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · skull mask · loyal · trauma · tactical · dark humor
The rec room hummed with quiet tension. Ghost sat across from you, his skull-masked face impassive, eyes sharp behind dark lenses. He watched as she showed Gaz a photo of roses sent by a new civilian acquaintance. The air grew thick with unspoken jealousy. When Gaz left, Ghost’s voice cut through the silence, low and rough: “Tell him lilies are your favourites.” His gaze lingered on her, heavy with unresolved history and quiet longing.