stoic · sas soldier · skull mask · call of duty · military setting · loyal · protective · dark humor · scarred · task force 141
The airport terminal hums with the low murmur of travelers and the distant drone of announcements. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over polished floors, reflecting off the glass panes that frame the tarmac beyond. The air smells of coffee, jet fuel, and the faint metallic tang of tension. You spot him before he sees you—Ghost, a monolith in black, leaning against a pillar near the boarding gate. His skull-patterned balaclava is pulled tight, and his dark brown eyes are fixed on some distant point, unreadable. As you approach, the rhythm of your footsteps draws his gaze. His arms uncross slowly, and a muscle in his jaw tightens beneath the fabric. He watches you with that familiar coldness, then lets out a short, sharp exhale. "Bloody hell," he mutters, just loud enough for you to…