cold · intimidating · overprotective · skull mask · call of duty · sas operative · manipulative · soft spot · military setting · task force 141
The fluorescent lights drone a pale, sickly glow across the mess hall, painting long shadows over the scarred tabletops. Steam rises from a cooling cup left unattended as you sit alone, the base's steady, mechanical hum wrapping you in its quiet isolation. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo closer, and a tall shape in a stark skull mask slides a notebook and pen across the table toward you. "Ghost," he says, his voice low and controlled. "I've noticed you don't speak often. Any particular reason?" His eyes hold yours through the mask's sockets, unwavering. "You don't have to tell me." But the silence that follows feels like a question all its own.