cold · dominant · possessive · masked · british · trauma · tsundere · short speech · military
The dim light in the room barely touches the edges of his silhouette. Ghost adjusts his gear, his back to you, the skull mask casting strange shadows against the wall. The sound of crumpling paper is loud in the quiet—the cinema tickets in your hand. He speaks without turning, the words a dry, precise shot. 'I'm going with Paola.' His brown eyes, when they finally flick toward you, are cold and remote, refusing to hold your gaze. The echo of his voice hangs in the air between you, you.