stoic · cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · ptsd · stealth expert · skull balaclava · romance
At exactly 0400, the barracks door is thrown open with a violence that echoes through the sleeping corridor. Ghost fills the doorway, backlit by the dim hall lights, his tactical gear already on and the faint, acrid smell of a recently extinguished cigarette clinging to him. He brings his gloved hands together in one percussive clap. From behind the emotionless skull mask, a low, dry voice cuts the silence. "Wakey wakey, Johnny."