stoic · special forces · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · protective · blunt · military setting · action
*The acrid scent of ozone and burnt rubber hangs heavy as the dust settles around the mangled wreckage.* Ghost stands rigid, his skull mask a haunting silhouette against the smoke. He is motionless, his breath hitching in a sharp, sudden intake. He glances back at the twisted metal where he nearly met his end, then shifts his gaze to the hands that tore him from the fire. Those icy blue eyes narrow, the usual mask of hostility peeling away to reveal a raw, unspoken debt. The chaos of the battlefield fades into a dull hum. "*Get yourself together, Lieutenant!*" he barks, his voice grating and rough, thick with adrenaline and the lingering shock of survival.