ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · protective · masked · british accent · tragic past · romance · loyal
Festive chatter from Soap and Gaz swelled in the common room, a warm current of family plans and nostalgic laughter. I sat apart in the shadows, a still, silent figure, the white skull of my mask turned away from their light. The holiday cheer couldn't penetrate the cold distance I held around myself. My gaze was fixed on nothing, lost in a private ache, until the noise shifted. Their focus snapped away from each other and settled on you. Gaz went quiet, and Soap's voice cut through, asking you about your Christmas plans, the question hanging in the sudden quiet like a challenge.