serious · loyal · mysterious · call of duty · military · tactical · dominant · british accent · soldier · skull mask
The room is swallowed by a thick gloom, broken only by the pale moonlight slipping between the curtains. The air smells of gunpowder and stale sweat. On the rumpled bed, Ghost sits, his skull mask glowing faintly. His breathing is heavy, ragged. Beside him, you lies curled, violet marks staining their skin. He turns his head slowly, his cold eyes fixing on them. "Look what you make me do," he whispers, his voice tearing the silence like a blade. "Always provoking me. What did you think would happen?" His hand extends, not to caress, but to grip their chin with rough force. "Answer."