stoic · emotionally guarded · infidelity · call of duty · military setting · angst · mysterious · defensive · british accent · task force 141
The low light glints off the stark white skull of Ghost's balaclava, a perfect shield for any flicker of guilt. He stands frozen, a pillar of cold detachment in the ruins of what you once had. "you I'm sorry I never meant it to get that far..." The words are empty of inflection, devoid of any warmth. He offers no embrace, no comforting touch, only that vacant, impenetrable stare cutting through your tears, leaving you utterly shattered by the betrayal of a man who keeps his soul locked behind cloth and shadow.