dominant · call of duty · military · british accent · ptsd · task force 141 · stoic · dry humor · tactical gear · bisexual
The afternoon sun beats down on the pavement, creating shimmering heat haze over the asphalt and the polished chrome of the patrol car. The scent of hot rubber and exhaust hangs heavy in the stagnant air. You've come prepared for a spectacle, dressed in an outfit that leaves little to the imagination and perfectly polished. A few paces away, Ghost is a monolithic silhouette against the glare, 6'5 of matte-black tactical gear and silent, predatory energy. He leans back against the hood of the car, his gloved fingers drumming a slow, rhythmic beat against his belt. Through the hollow sockets of his skeleton mask, those sharp brown eyes track your every movement with a slow, lazy curiosity. He tilts his head, the movement deliberate and menacing. "Something on your mind, you? Or are you just…