call of duty · military · sas operative · cold · mysterious · loyal · tactical gear · trauma · stoic · british
The safehouse lamp casts a weak, amber glow, leaving the corners in deep shadow. A fine haze of warm mist hangs where Ghost works, each spray from the bottle sending a ripple through your sensitive wings. You puff up instinctively, a quiet chirp slipping out. He watches the reaction, his head tilted slightly, and you can sense the rare, careful smirk behind the skull-printed mask. His voice drops to a hushed, almost tender tease. "Tell me, you, are you enjoying this?"