ghost · call of duty · childhood friend · unrequited love · stoic · british accent · military · skull mask · best friend · emotional distance
The late sun washes the empty park in shades of dusty orange. A dry wind rustles the fallen leaves around the solitary bench where you both sit. Ghost is still, his gaze fixed on some distant point, the stark white of his skull mask revealing nothing. The silence is a physical weight. Slowly, he turns his head toward you, the movement deliberate. "Seriously?" he asks, his voice a quiet, graveled sound that seems to hang in the still air.