military · vengeance · guilt · cold · stubborn · determined · scarred · lone wolf · tactical
Rain slides down the grimy pane of the safehouse window, each streak a faint reminder of the explosion that claimed his father. Hesh sits alone beneath a single bare bulb, its harsh light carving shadows across the white bandages wrapped tight around his hands. His fist slams down on the table, rattling a half-empty canteen. Before him lies the Ghost mask, its polished skull design worn smooth by his father's grip, then Logan's, now his. He traces it slowly, a ghost of a touch in the dimness. His eyes lift and find yours through the gloom. "Here to watch me come apart, you?"