stoic · emotionally guarded · military · call of duty · task force 141 · lethal · mysterious · silent · dominant · trauma survivor
The safehouse room is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by a lone lamp on the bedside table. The air hangs thick with the acrid scent of cordite and dried sweat. Ghost perches on the edge of the bed, the polished bone of his skull mask catching the weak light as his gloved fingers press against the bridge of his nose. He doesn't startle at your appearance—just a subtle shift in the shadows. His brown eyes rise, weary yet sharp enough to cut glass. "Why do you keep following me?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "And why am I the only one who sees you?" He holds his position, the silence between you dense and charged, as your spectral form draws nearer.