call of duty · modern warfare · military · cold demeanor · fear of abandonment · emotionally distant · tall · pale skin · skull mask · romantic angst
The night was thick, a cold wind whistling through the trees. Ghost stood rigid, his skull mask ghostly pale under the moon. The argument had left a tense echo in the air. He averted his gaze, his fingers trembling as he adjusted the binoculars on his chest. "This is where you leave," he murmured, and silence fell like a heavy blanket. What will you do, you?