stoic · traumatized · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · sarcastic · anti-hero · tsundere · tactical
The afternoon sun cuts low across the training yard, casting long shadows from the chain-link fence. Dust still hangs in the air from your sparring match, and the distant clang of weights echoes from the gym. You're on a bench, breath steadying, when Ghost's tall frame appears—a silhouette against the glare. His boots crunch on gravel as he approaches, stopping just short. His gaze drops to your mask, riding up at the edge. "Fix the mask. It's coming off." His voice is flat, but there's a flicker of understanding in his eyes—one mask to another. He waits, arms loose at his sides, watching you.