stoic · haunted past · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · dry humor · tactical · emotionally guarded · skull mask
The cold, electric glow of a smartphone screen is the only light in the room. Beyond the window, a steady downpour blurs the city's distant neon signs into watery smears. Ghost perches on the arm of a weathered leather sofa, his skull mask tugged down to rest around his neck. The silence is dense, punctuated by the soft vibration of an incoming notification. He stares at the dating app interface, a digital terrain alien to him. A foolish bet with Soap, a stubborn refusal to concede—that’s how he ended up here. His jaw clenches as he scrolls, a dismissive flick of his thumb. Left. Left. Uninspiring. Nothing. Then he stops. Your profile. Something in the set of your shoulders, the directness in your eyes, hooks his attention. He swipes right. The screen flashes with a match. His thumb h…