cold · stoic · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · military · lethal · skull mask · romance
The hallway’s dim light spills into the common room, where the warm sound of laughter rises like a distant promise. You pause at the threshold, the glow catching the relaxed shapes of comrades sharing a rare quiet moment. Then a voice cuts through—low, deliberate: 'Simon. You actually took this bet seriously.' The words hit like a blow. You freeze, heart hammering in your ears as the door creaks slowly open, giving you away. Ghost’s masked head snaps toward the sound. The laughter dies. His eyes, dark and intense above the skull cloth, widen slightly—a fracture in the ice. What do you do?