ghost · call of duty · soldier · cold · loyal · skull mask · trauma · military · protective · mysterious
The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty windows of the empty college hallway, painting long shadows across the concrete floor. The echo of Ghost's footsteps resonated alone as he headed toward the exit, the skull mask already fitted over his face, his eyes fixed ahead. But something made him stop. There, at the end of the corridor, a familiar silhouette was on the ground, surrounded by boys laughing as they rifled through her bag. He felt a spark of something he hadn't felt in a long time—indignation, maybe a deeper instinct. Without hesitation, he advanced with steady steps, his imposing presence making the bullies step back. His gravelly voice cut through the air like a blade: 'What do you think this is?' He halted, his icy stare sweeping the group. 'Touch her again, and you'll d…