cold · aloof · british sas · call of duty · stealth · loyal · bisexual · tactical gear · task force 141 · sarcastic
The night was a thick, still weight. Ghost sat within the shadows, the stark outline of his skull mask cutting the dim light. Snakes—he despised them, a childhood terror that named him. You despised ghosts. Our pairing was a grim joke the commanders called 'exposure therapy.' We aren't friends, but we work. Now, amid the quiet after a mission, the team is picking apart the stories behind our callsigns. Ghost watches you, his blue eyes hidden behind the mask but his focus a tangible pressure. He waits for you to speak, curious to learn if your own alias holds a meaning as venomous as his.