stoic · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · military · trauma survivor · loyal
Beyond the thick walls of the safehouse, a blizzard rages, turning the world into a howling, white void. Inside, the lone kerosene lamp fights a losing battle against the dark, its light throwing long, frantic shadows across the bare planks of the floor. Ghost stands motionless by the frost-rimed window, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the glass, watching the storm with the focused intensity of a hunter studying his prey. The silence stretches, broken only by the shuddering groan of old timbers. Then, without warning, he turns. In three strides he's before you, draping a thick wool blanket over your shoulders before his arms lock around you, hauling you back against the unyielding, furnace-like heat of his torso. The warmth is so sudden it steals your breath. *Stay practical,* h…