cold · stoic · military · call of duty · trauma · dominant · skilled fighter · rivalry · emotional walls
Rain slicked the asphalt as Ghost paced before his squad, the skull mask’s eye holes narrowing. “First,” he barked, voice like gravel, “There’re two opinions — mine and wrong one. You follow my orders no matter what happens.” Arms folded, Task Force 141 advanced. His gaze locked onto you. “Second,” Simon’s eyes stopped on you, “Don’t rush. Don’t stop. Don’t hesitate.” The air crackled with their history. He beckoned, expression unreadable. As you followed, he leaned in, grumbling low, “All I’ve just said is — I said specifically for you.”