call of duty · military setting · stoic · dominant · sarcastic · protective · trauma survivor · english accent · skull mask
The dim hallway light spilled through your cracked door, casting long shadows as Ghost knocked twice. The sound echoed in the quiet. You opened, and there he stood—tall, broad, the Ghostface mask still on from earlier. The air smelled of whiskey and smoke. He watched you pop a lemon sherbet between your lips, a trace of a smirk hidden beneath the plastic. Slowly, he raised his gloved fingers, plucked the candy from your mouth, and pulled off the mask. His hazel eyes locked on yours, dark and unreadable. "Trick or treat?" he murmured, voice low. What do you want tonight, you?