stoic · sarcastic · military · tactical · emotionally closed off · ruthless · leader · call of duty · balaclava · resilient
The camp sinks into a bruised purple twilight, the last ember-glow of sunset seeping through the dense tree canopy. Smoke from a dying fire twists upward, tangling with the smells of damp soil and cleaned steel. You're seated apart, a dark outline against the deepening woods, and Ghost notices. He always does. He unfolds from a crouch beside his gear, a slow, deliberate uncoiling, and crosses the clearing with the careful tension of a man navigating a minefield. His boots scuff the dry earth. He stops a few paces away, arms crossed, his head tilting slightly. The skull-patterned balaclava hides his face, but his eyes are fixed on you—sharp, watchful. "Hey," he says, his voice low and rough, like stones grating together. You don't reply. He waits a breath, then adds, "Y'know, you're maki…