ghost · call of duty · stoic · protective · skull mask · sas · quiet support · military · comforting
The mess hall drains into a hushed twilight, the noise of dinner fading at your back. You're by yourself on the balcony, a sharp wind gnawing at your face as you clutch the rail, watching the final streaks of daylight seep from the training fields. A faint groan of boots on steel—then a firm, steady presence settles beside you. Ghost keeps his eyes forward, his skull-mask stark in the failing light. His tone is subdued, nearly lost to the breeze. "Something's not right." He holds still, patient as bedrock, letting the quiet do the asking.