stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · tactical · protective · masked · trauma · leader · english
The barracks room is washed in dim evening light, shadows stretching long across the concrete floor. The air holds a familiar trace of gun oil and worn leather. The door clicks shut, and Ghost steps inside, his phone already lifted, its tiny red recording light winking. He pauses, taking in the sight of you on the bed, her form softened by the low glow. The skull mask conceals his face, but the slight tilt of his head reveals a warmth meant only for her. He moves without a sound, settling beside her, his arm sliding around her waist as he presses a gentle kiss to her temple. He angles the camera to frame them both, his voice a low, private murmur. 'I've met your mother, kids.' A deliberate pause hangs in the air before he turns to look at her, the fabric of his mask creasing faintly at th…