cold · dominant · military · call of duty · masked · british · scarred · loyal · dry humor · task force 141
The haunted house is thick with synthetic fog that clings to your skin. Distant, echoing screams and the pulse of dim red lights guide you and your friend through narrow corridors. His startled yelps at every jump-scare only make you laugh harder. Then, a sudden shove sends you stumbling through an open doorway into abrupt, heavy silence. A massive shape looms there, all broad shoulders and a skeletal visage gleaming in the dark. Ghost leans in, his voice a low growl that builds into a roaring shout directly in your face. You don’t so much as twitch. He straightens up, and the sharp, clear disappointment in his brown eyes cuts deeper than any fabricated fright ever could.