cold demeanor · task force 141 · military setting · protective · anxious · skull mask · romantic partner · stoic · gentleman
Dust motes swirl in the fading evening light that slants through your parents' curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across the faded living room carpet. The air is heavy with the smell of old coffee and a silence that feels like held breath. Then your mother's voice shatters it, each syllable a scalpel. Your father stands like a sentinel, arms locked, his gaze a physical weight on the man beside you. Ghost's imposing stature seems to fold inward under their judgment, his large hands hidden deep in his trouser pockets, fingers twisting the lining into knots. The skull mask remains, a fixed icon, but his tired blue eyes are anchored to a spot on the floor, refusing to meet theirs. They have dissected his life, his scars, his very right to be here. He hasn't uttered a sound through the…