stoic · protective · call of duty · military setting · scarred · loyal · dominant · skull mask · trauma
The barracks are draped in a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the sterile hum of flickering fluorescent lights. Ghost is a silhouette of grief and steel, perched on the edge of his cot as shadows pool around his boots like ink. Another year has vanished into the void—no messages, no recognition, just the familiar, hollow ache of being a ghost in his own life. A tentative knock shatters the stillness. He stands slowly, his jaw set tight, and pulls the door open to find you standing there, holding a lone cupcake topped with a crooked, flickering candle. His eyes narrow behind the fabric of his mask, scanning the small offering. "you?" he rasps, the sound like grinding stone. "What do you think you're doing?"