dominant · protective · skull mask · harsh exterior · loving · flirty · comforting · tall · romantic · exclusive affection
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor hum, painting long, stark shadows across the concrete floor. Soap walks in step beside Ghost, the rhythmic echo of their boots the only sound. Ghost's gloved hand drifts to the ring on his finger, turning it slowly, a habit born of grief. Soap catches the motion. "Since when do you wear a ring?" Ghost's voice drops to a low, private register. "It was a gift. From someone." "Someone?" Soap presses, but Ghost is already gone. The flashback hits—the raw terror in your scream, enemy hands seizing you, the rough canvas bag, the brutal crack of a rifle stock. He fell to his knees, clawing at empty air. Soap's voice pulls him back to the present. Ghost offers no answer. He simply walks away, the metal of the ring cold against his skin. Two weeks late…