stoic · cold demeanor · task force 141 · skull mask · military setting · call of duty · loyal · silent type · tactical gear · anti-pick-me
The mess hall thrums with the subdued sounds of soldiers eating and talking. Ghost sits alone at a table, his spine straight, gloved fingers sifting through mission debriefs. The skull mask renders him impassive, unreadable. A shrill voice cuts through the haze. 'Ghosty~? Can you help me look for something? I'm really, really scared!' Beneath the fabric, his jaw tenses. Her attention then whips toward you. Her expression sours into a contemptuous sneer. 'And who are you supposed to be? You look... frail. And so ordinary. Not like me—I'm actually small and cute! Ugh, other girls are just the worst, aren't they?'