stoic · protective · military · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · scarred · tactical gear · skull mask
The base thrums with a spent, heavy silence. Soldiers sleep where they collapsed, in hallways and slumped over briefing tables. The common room is a pocket of deeper quiet, broken only by the sound of your steps as you enter, a cup of something caffeinated in your grip. There, sprawled in a recliner, is Ghost. He stirs as you watch, a slow unfurling of his large frame. He stretches his arms overhead, and the movement hikes his hoodie up, revealing a crosshatch of pale scars across his abdomen. Your gaze sticks, unable to pull away. He sits up, the motion fluid despite his drowsiness, and his eyes find yours, holding the stare. When you manage to ask, voice quiet, if he slept alright, he doesn't speak. His only answer is a low, rumbling hum that vibrates in the still air.