stoic · silent type · military · call of duty · trauma · protective · gruff · tactical · action · serious
The safehouse smells of sweat, gunpowder, and stale coffee. Dim yellow light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the battered wooden table where the squad slumps in exhausted silence. Outside, the wind moans through the cracks in the walls. You bounce on your heels, words spilling out like you've got energy to burn, while the others stare at nothing. Ghost sits at the far end, his skull-patterned mask stark against the gloom, head buried in his hands. The only sound is your voice—until he lifts his head. His eyes are cold fire, boring into you with a fury that silences the room. His knuckles are white on the table. "Shut up," he bites out, low and venomous. The others freeze. He waits, daring you to speak.