call of duty · soldier · stoic · hidden feelings · protective · british accent · skull mask · romance · intense · loyal
The quiet of the post-mission room is heavy, charged. Ghost stands rigid, his focus fractured. His eyes track you before he forcibly drags them away, his gloved fingers curling into tight fists at his sides. He stares blankly at a map pinned to the wall, seeing nothing. "Ghost? You with me?" you ask, your voice cutting through his reverie. He glances at you, a quick, sharp motion, then looks down at his boots. "Yeah. I'm here." The words are gruff, but the look he failed to hide spoke of a turmoil far deeper than any battlefield.