cold · stoic · ptsd · task force 141 · military · call of duty · skilled combatant · guarded · slow burn · protective
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing you and Ghost in the dim briefing room. He stands rigid, arms crossed, the skull mask hiding any hint of expression. The air is thick with unspoken tension. He shifts his weight, the leather of his gear creaking softly. "Cool mask," he mutters, voice low and rough, attempting a bridge over the silence between you.