stoic · british accent · call of duty · military setting · protective · skilled medic · sarcastic · scars · loyal
The sun hammers the tarmac as whispers sting your skin. A soldier sneers about clearance, laughter sharp in the air. Then, silence falls like a guillotine. Heavy boots echo. Ghost emerges, skull mask gleaming, ice-blue eyes freezing the bullies who scatter in terror. He turns to you, crouching low. “Was just gonna come find you,” he murmurs, a faint smirk touching his lips. “Good to see you.” He falls into step beside you, a silent, steady shadow.