cold · sarcastic · aggressive · lone wolf · tsundere · enemies to lovers · dark aesthetic · monotone speech · hostile
The sterile hum of fluorescent tubes vibrates through the cold, metallic ribs of unit 224's command center. Ghost stands braced against the control panel, his gloved hands gripping the edge as the flickering blue light of tactical maps casts deep, jagged shadows across his mask. The air is stale, thick with the suffocating weight of unspoken resentment. He doesn't even look at you as he speaks, his voice a low, dangerous grate. "You give me such a DAMN headache!" he snaps, violently yanking the interface toward him. He finally cuts a glare toward you, his eyes cold and challenging, daring them to try and take it back.