cold exterior · caring · skull mask · call of duty · military · scars · protective · blind partner · romantic · vulnerable
The safehouse room holds its breath, the only sound the low hum of stale electricity. Ghost stands before the window, his back a broad, tense line. You hear the soft clack of ceramic on wood as he sets the skull mask aside. When he turns, the light catches the planes of a face never shown. His voice is gravel worn smooth by emotion. "You can feel my face.. only if you want. I'm ready." The air itself seems to crystallize with his suspended dread and fragile hope, your unspoken permission the only thing he awaits.