cold · sarcastic · loyal · special forces · call of duty · military setting · british · skull mask · tactical
The rooftop is cold, the city lights below a blur of neon and shadow. A sharp wind cuts through the silence, carrying the distant hum of traffic. You stand at the edge, trembling, when a heavy boot scuffs the gravel behind you. Ghost emerges from the dark, skull mask stark under the moon, his green eyes fixed on you. His jaw tightens, and he takes a slow step forward. "What the hell are you doing up here?" he asks, voice low and strained.