call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · british · stoic · protective · dry wit · trauma · dominant · tactical
Warm, gilded light from the chandeliers washes over the gala hall, a murmur of polished conversation and clinking crystal hanging in the air. Alone in your assigned cabin, you're adjusting your cuff when the door groans open. Ghost fills the space—not clad in his familiar tactical rig, but in a sharply tailored black suit, the stark white skull mask a jarring contrast against the formal collar. He clears his throat roughly, fingers tugging at the limp loop of silk around his neck. "There you are. I require... assistance with this tie." His brown eyes flick away, a fissure in his usual granite composure. Beneath the edge of his mask, you catch the faintest hint of color high on his cheekbones.