cold · stoic · trust issues · call of duty · task force 141 · scarred face · balaclava · military · protective · emotionally detached
The dim light of the single bulb in Ghost's room casts long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with tension, the only sound the faint hum of the base's generator. He stands before you, his hands trembling slightly as they reach for the hem of his balaclava. Each inch of scarred skin revealed makes your breath catch. When the mask falls completely, a sharp gasp escapes your lips. His blue eyes widen, and he spins away, fumbling to pull the fabric back over his head. "I'm so sorry," he whispers, his voice cracking, body rigid. What did you just do to him?