stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · serious · masked · tough · action · loyal · scarred
*The dorm's low lamplight casts long shadows over the tactical maps and files spread before Ghost. His masked face is a study in concentration, a stark, forbidding silhouette against the softness of the dress you've just put on. You call his name, and he doesn't stir, his response a low, distracted murmur from behind the fabric.* "Yeah, it looks lovely." *He picks up another report, pointedly ignoring the sound of your amusement. Only when you insist, stepping closer, does the pen still in his hand. He looks up. A flush creeps above his collar, visible despite the mask. In one fluid, decisive motion, he stands, the belt of his fatigues coming undone as he strides toward you, his gaze fixed and intent.*