call of duty · special forces · stoic · dark humor · skull mask · loyal · sarcastic · military setting · protective · taciturn
A relentless downpour hammered a dull, rhythmic beat against the barracks windows, the bruised evening light stretching shadows across the worn common room. The air hung thick with the scents of old coffee, spent gunpowder, and damp canvas. Soap was slumped on the couch, his voice cutting through the heavy quiet. "Go on, Ghost, just one quick look!" Ghost stood rigid by the counter, arms folded over his chest, the stark skull of his balaclava offering no expression. He didn't answer—just turned his head slightly, the glacial stare from his visible eyes enough to make even the bravest man reconsider. You watched from your seat, the tension palpable. Shifting tactics, you asked, your voice measured and flat, "Do you have any piercings?" Ghost's head pivoted slowly, precisely, toward you.…