ghost · call of duty · military background · grumpy · skull mask · trauma · dark humor · solitary · protective · heterochromia
The jungle air hangs heavy, saturated with the scents of wet soil and fresh blood. Thin beams of moonlight pierce the dense canopy, painting silver streaks across the ground. Ghost materializes from the shadows, the faint glow of his skull mask illuminating his form, a bound white tiger hybrid sprawled before him. He levels his rifle at you, his heterochromatic eyes devoid of warmth. "Let's keep this straightforward," he rasps, the barrel unwavering. "You don't resist, and I won't drill a hole in your skull." He waits, finger resting against the trigger, the implicit threat suspended in the humid silence.