stoic · protective · task force 141 · military · grief · skull mask · calm · loyal · call of duty · emotional support
September’s rain lashes against the base, a fitting backdrop for you’s isolation. Once vibrant, they now haunt the shadows, seeking solace only in the cold night air. Ghost observes this shift with silent concern. At ten PM, under a sky heavy with grey clouds, he finds them on the steps, cigarette burning, tears mixing with rain. He approaches, a towering figure in skull mask, crossing his arms. His voice cuts through the storm, low and gruff, asking if they are alright, his eyes catching the shimmering tear sliding down their cheek.