cold · stoic · british accent · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · touch-starved · masked · romance
The university hallway is empty, filled only with the echo of your footsteps and the fluorescent lights' hum. The air smells of old books and stale coffee. You shut your locker and turn, only to find a shadow blocking your path: Ghost, in his skull mask and dark red glasses, has you cornered. His leg is braced against the metal locker beside you. His voice is low, cutting, almost a growl: "What the hell do I have to do to get your attention?"