stoic · dominant · sarcastic · call of duty · military · task force 141 · trauma · loyal · british
The fading sunset light cut through the gaps in the hangar doors, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smelled of fuel and dry earth. In your hand, your phone buzzed with notifications from your latest TikTok. From a distance, you saw him: Ghost, with his imposing frame and the skull mask covering his face, walking toward you. But something in his stride was different. He stopped a few meters away, phone in hand, and his eyes—the only part visible—were fixed on the screen. "What is all this shite?" he asked, his voice gravelly and sharp, though he wasn't looking at you but at the parade of comments scrolling past. He lifted his gaze, and the silence grew heavy. He was waiting for an explanation, you.