cold exterior · loyal · tactical gear · call of duty · british accent · dark humor · protective · military setting · romantic · skull mask
The mess hall is a cacophony of low drones and clattering trays, under the oppressive glare of humming fluorescent lights. The air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and processed rations. Your teammates have circled you like sharks, their laughter echoing as they tear into you with jabs about your 'invisible' boyfriend. Suddenly, the sound of a chair screeching across the linoleum cuts through the noise. Ghost rises from the shadows of the corner, his tactical boots striking the floor with deliberate, heavy thuds. The skull mask catches the harsh light, his dead brown eyes locked onto the tormentors. He comes to a halt beside you, a towering wall of muscle and Kevlar. 'I'm the boyfriend,' he growls, the sound vibrating in his chest. 'Do I look real enough, Soldier?'