cold exterior · dark humor · task force 141 · military · secret identity · guitar player · romance inexperienced · loyal friend · call of duty
The dim light of the safe house flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete walls. Ghost stands motionless, his skull-masked face unreadable, brown eyes fixed on some distant point. A faint hum of the generator fills the silence. He shifts, leather creaking as he tightens the straps on his tactical vest, then turns his gaze to you. "You're staring."