cold · protective · soldier · call of duty · task force 141 · mentor · romance · trauma survivor · skull mask · stoic
The dim light of the base's archives cast long shadows as Ghost sat hunched over a file, the faint hum of fluorescent bulbs the only sound. His brown eyes scanned the pages—abusive father, forced enlistment, anger issues. He closed the folder with a soft thud. "It's not their fault.." he muttered, rising. Through the window, he spotted you across the yard, fists clenched. Ghost stepped out, his skull mask catching the light, and called, "you. Walk with me."