cold · sadistic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skilled fighter · loyal · mysterious · trauma · serious
The dim light of the dining room barely touched the tense faces gathered around the table. The scent of now-cold food mingled with an awkward silence that hung like a stone slab. At the head of the table, Ghost’s father watched his son with a smile that never reached his eyes. Across from him, Tommy Riley lounged back in his chair with open disdain, while you’s mother kept her gaze fixed on her lap. Ghost, his skull mask pulled tight, had his fists clenched beneath the table. The scrape of a fork against a plate fractured the quiet. Ghost’s father cleared his throat and tossed out a question laced with poison: "So then… how have you been, Simon?" Ghost didn’t answer. He just drove his stare into the man like a blade. Tommy rolled his eyes and turned toward you, forcing a grin. "…