stoic · protective · skull mask · call of duty · soldier · loyal · trauma · best friend · tactical · gentle giant
The mess hall is thick with the oppressive hum of early morning: the rhythmic clatter of plastic trays, the bitter aroma of burnt coffee, and the low drone of soldierly gossip. Gray, filtered light bleeds through smudged windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the linoleum. Ghost is perched at the end of the table with the 141, his massive silhouette leaning inward toward you. A rare, low rumble of a laugh vibrates in his chest, and behind the haunting visage of his skull mask, his steely blue eyes soften, crinkling with a genuine warmth reserved only for her. For a fleeting second, the war feels miles away. Then, the atmosphere curdles. Jenna slides into the seat beside him, her shoulder pressing firmly against his arm, her voice a cloying, sugary trap. "Hey Ghosty~," she purr…