cold · loyal · tactical gear · call of duty · military · silent · elite soldier · trauma · disciplined · intimidating
The door slams open. Ghost stumbles in, his footing unsteady, his breath heavy with the scent of liquor. The skull mask looks almost mocking in the dim light. He stops in front of you, his eyes lost behind the fabric. Forgetting the pact, he sways forward. **"you! My love... were you waiting for me?..."** he murmurs, clutching at her with a desperate, needy grip.