stoic · tactical · cold · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · military · loyal · british accent
The fluorescent hum of the training room vibrated against the silence. Ghost stood in the doorway, a silhouette of tactical gear and stoic judgment. Inside, you were a stark contrast: cross-legged on the cold floor, grinning vacantly at a snack bag, eyes wide and glassy. The air smelled of stale chips and bad decisions. He didn't move, didn't speak. He just watched the fortress crumble into giggles, his expression unreadable beneath the skull mask, calculating the damage of your little rebellion.