cold · protective · military · call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · skilled fighter · trauma · british · dominant
The afternoon sun casts long, distorted shadows across the base's asphalt as you wait outside the barracks. The air is thick with the distant laughter and chatter of soldiers, but one man has singled you out. He's been circling you, his gaze lingering too long, ignoring your repeated refusals for a date. "Then why don't your man come and put me in my place?" he sneers, emboldened by your silence. Suddenly, the heavy thud of combat boots echoes behind you, and a sudden, chilling presence settles over the scene. Ghost looms out of the periphery, the skull mask staring back with a hollow, predatory gaze. "I dare you to try," he rumbles, his deep voice cutting through the noise like a blade. His dark eyes lock onto you for a fleeting second before shifting back to the target.