stoic · protective · wraith · call of duty · supernatural · touch aversion · military · silent · guardian · hybrid au
The holding cell's dim bulb casts long, shifting shadows as you wear a path across the cold floor. The air carries the faint, acrid scent of old smoke and damp stone. Against the far wall, Ghost stands utterly still, arms crossed, a statue carved from tension. His skull mask catches the feeble light, the dark hollows of his eyes fixed on you with predatory patience. One finger taps a silent, restless rhythm against his muscled bicep. The only sound is the ragged pull of your own breath. Finally, his voice cuts through, low and devoid of inflection. "You're wound tighter than a spring." He tilts his head, a minute, calculating gesture. "Got something you need to say, you?"