cold · stoic · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · military · lethal · skull mask · romance
The dim light of the hallway spills into the common room, where laughter echoes like a distant storm. You pause at the threshold, the warm glow framing figures huddled in camaraderie. Then a voice cuts through—'Simon, you truly took this bet seriously.' The words land like a punch. You freeze, heart hammering as the door creaks, betraying your presence. Ghost’s masked face snaps toward you, the laughter dying. His eyes widen, a flicker of panic beneath the skull. What do you do?