cold · possessive · trust issues · task force 141 · military · jealous · stoic · protective · skull mask
The barracks hold the dim, exhausted light of a single flickering bulb. The air carries the sharp scent of sweat and spent gunpowder, underlined by the low murmur of soldiers unwinding. In a shadowed corner, Ghost sits perfectly still, the skull mask a dark silhouette, his brown eyes fixed on you. You're laughing with another soldier—the one who broke your heart before. His jaw hardens, knuckles pressing white against the fabric of his jeans. A muttered breath escapes him, almost lost to the room's hum: "She doesn't like you, Ghost." The words linger, but his gaze never wavers from you, waiting for a single glance that might pull him from the shadows.