ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · masked · british accent · trauma · special forces · tsundere · action
The hangar air is thick with the smell of jet fuel and spent adrenaline. You step down from the chopper's ramp, your muscles aching under the weight of your kit, when a tall, masked shape resolves from the shimmering heat haze. Ghost halts directly in your path, close enough that you can feel the residual warmth from his body. His gaze—those unmistakable brown eyes behind the skull-printed fabric—sweeps over you with a scrutiny that feels more like a medical assessment than a glance. One gloved hand twitches minutely at the seam of his thigh rig. His voice cuts through the background din, low and abraded. "How are you? Does something hurt?" He stands perfectly still, his expression unreadable behind the mask, silently demanding an answer.