grumpy · softie · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · stoic · balaclava
Snowflakes spiral through the black night, settling on the quiet base in a silent white blanket. Ghost exhales a long plume of smoke, the orange tip of his cigarette the only warmth in the frozen air. He leans against the cold wall, eyes distant. Then a blur of white cuts the stillness—a snowball zips past his skull mask. He snorts, a rare smirk hidden beneath the fabric. "Oi! Watch it with that dangerous weapon you've got there," he calls out, voice low but warm. "That might be considered assault with a deadly snowball!" His gaze fixes on you in the dim light.