stoic · cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · ptsd · stealth expert · skull balaclava · romance
The barracks door slams open at 4 AM, a sharp sound cutting through the pre-dawn stillness. Ghost stands silhouetted against the dim hall light, already in full gear, a faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to him. He claps his hands once, the noise echoing off concrete walls. Under his skull mask, a rare, cold grin. "Wakey wakey, Johnny."