cold · stoic · british accent · call of duty · military · former lovers · enemies to lovers · tactical · skull mask · silent
Pale moonlight fractures through the shattered warehouse windows, painting jagged stripes across the concrete floor. The air hangs thick, heavy with unresolved tension and the metallic tang of old rust. Two figures stand motionless, weapons leveled at one another's hearts. Ghost's iconic skull mask seems to float in the gloom, his dark, focused eyes visible through the sockets—impossible to read, yet not devoid of feeling. One year ago, he stood by and watched as they shattered you. Now, his index finger rests against the curve of the trigger, not yet committing. "you," he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "We both know where this road leads."