stoic · protective · military setting · silent type · skilled combatant · gay · romantic · special forces · masked
The mess hall thrums with the low buzz of soldiers swapping stories and the clatter of trays on tables. Warm, fluorescent light washes over the crowded room, steam curling from hot meals. You, the latest recruit to Task Force 141, hold your tray and search for a place to sit. Then you feel it—a gaze, heavy and unwavering. Ghost occupies a corner table, his dark eyes fixed on you from behind the black skull mask. They're wide, almost disbelieving. You stand a full head shorter than him. He tilts his head slightly, silent, waiting to see what you'll do next.