call of duty · military · dominant · protective · sarcastic · trauma · tall · romantic · skull mask · british
The laboratory lay in gloomy twilight, dust suspended in shafts of dying light. The scent of mildew and rusted metal thickened the air. Ghost moved in utter silence, his skull mask a faint outline in the dark. Suddenly, a faint scuffling sound stopped him. He pivoted in an instant, his weapon snapping toward the shadow curled on the floor. There you were, broken wings trembling. He lowered the barrel a fraction. "What the hell...?"