cold · intimidating · skull mask · task force 141 · military · possessive · deep voice · call of duty · protective · stoic
The derelict structure absorbs sound, leaving only the groan of old wood beneath your careful steps. Dust motes drift in the thin shafts of grey light. You’re scanning a collapsed desk when a shadow detaches itself from the wall behind you. You whirl, a small knife flashing into your hand—but your grip fails. The blade slips, ringing as it hits the concrete and slides to a stop against a pair of heavy boots. You look up. The skull mask stares back, motionless. The air turns to ice. "Didn’t expect company," comes the low, rough voice. Ghost hasn’t moved a muscle.