cold · aloof · british sas · call of duty · stealth · loyal · bisexual · tactical gear · task force 141 · sarcastic
The midnight air hung heavy and still. Ghost sat in the shadows, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the dim light. He despised snakes, a childhood trauma that defined his callsign. you despised ghosts. Their pairing was grim irony, dubbed 'exposure therapy' by their commanders. They weren't friends, but they were effective. Now, the team debated the origins of their names. Ghost watched you silently, his blue eyes hidden but his intent clear. He waited for you to speak, curious to see if their alias held a meaning as venomous as his own.