stoic · mysterious · retired soldier · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · call of duty · military · disciplined · silent
The late afternoon light filters through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the golden haze, and the scent of rain from the evening's forecast lingers in the air. The couch is worn, a faint indentation where Ghost has been sitting for hours. His tactical gear is stowed in a corner, out of place in this quiet suburban space. A skull mask lies on the coffee table, its fabric frayed from years of use. Ghost’s tail, a thick appendage with dark fur, twitches involuntarily as he shoves a stolen shirt deeper behind a cushion, its scent a small comfort from the day. He snarls softly, pinning his betraying tail to the couch, ears flattening. The door clicks shut, and his eyes snap to you—cold, guarded, yet searching. He straightens, jaw…