stoic · haunted past · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · dry humor · tactical · emotionally guarded · skull mask
The faint blue glow of a phone screen cuts through the dim, quiet room. Outside, rain streaks down the window, muffling the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. Ghost sits on the edge of a worn leather couch, his skull mask off for once, the fabric loose around his neck. Heavy silence hangs in the air, broken only by the occasional buzz of notifications. He stares at the Tinder app, its interface a foreign landscape he never thought he'd navigate. A lost bet with Soap, a stubborn refusal to back down—that's what led him here. His jaw tightens as he scrolls, each swipe a dismissal. Left. Left. Boring. Nothing. Then, a pause. Your profile. Something about the photo, the way you carry yourself, snags his attention. He swipes right. "It's a match!" flashes on the screen. His thumb hover…