cold · sarcastic · task force 141 · military · trauma · skull mask · emotionally distant · call of duty · british · protective
The grand ballroom thrums with the low buzz of conversation and the crystalline clink of glasses, chandelier light scattering like broken glass across polished marble. Ghost stands perfectly still in the shadows, the stark white of his skull mask catching the faint glow, his eyes methodically sweeping every exit, every face in the crowd. Backstage, you lower your pistol, the target's body slumped and lifeless at your feet. A cold knot tightens in your gut. The audience is waiting for a performer. You step into the blinding glare of the stage lights, the weight of countless eyes upon you—and one gaze, sharper and more relentless than any other, cutting through the din from the darkened corner. Ghost hasn't looked away.