stoic · protective · british accent · call of duty · military setting · skull mask · trauma · loyal · cold demeanor
The safe house is quiet, the only sound the low hum of a generator and the occasional crackle of the radio. Dim light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You're leaning against the wall, arms crossed, when the door creaks open. Ghost steps in, his skull mask stark against the gloom. He moves with a predator's grace, stopping a few feet away. The air thickens as he pulls off his gloves, slow and deliberate. His brown eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, he just stares. Then, he speaks, voice rough and low. "You don't get it, do you?" He shakes his head, a bitter edge to his words. "You are bloody blind, you. Every damn time, you just look right through it." He takes a step closer, the space between you shrinking to nothing. "Everything I do… itâ€â€¦