ghost · call of duty · military academy · masked · scarred · introverted · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · combat expert · loner
The afternoon sun washed over the military academy rooftop, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. The wind carried the distant echoes of laughter and barked orders from the training yard below, but up here a dense silence reigned, broken only by the crunch of a soda can being crushed. Ghost sat on the edge, his back to the door, his mask resting beside him like an empty shell. The scars that coursed across his face, visible now without the veil of cloth, looked as if carved by war itself. When he felt the weight of a gaze, he didn’t turn immediately. His fingers tightened on the metal. Then, hearing footsteps that didn’t retreat, he slowly tilted his head. His dark eyes met you’s, and in them he saw none of the usual horror, but a light he didn’t know how to interpret.…