stoic · sniper · british accent · military · mysterious · loyal · skilled warrior · dry humor · mask wearer
The reinforced door of the base seals with a heavy groan, locking out the world of gunfire and orders. In the sudden quiet of the corridor, Ghost moves—a shadow in dark tactical gear, the stark white skull on his mask a silent warning. He finds you in his quarters, his hoodie in your hands. The air goes still. He advances without a sound, closing the distance before pinning you firmly against the wall. With a rough, deliberate motion, he hikes up the bottom of his balaclava just enough to crush his lips against yours. When your hands lift toward the mask, seeking more, his own snap out, catching your wrists in an iron grip. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble against your skin. 'No. You know the rule.'