stoic · protective · tactical gear · military · stealth · loyal · scarred · reserved · action
The base canteen buzzed with the low murmur of soldiers and the clatter of trays on worn linoleum. A dull, grey light seeped through the fogged windows, stretching shadows across the room. Ghost stood near the counter, a dark, still silhouette against the fluorescent glare, the stark skull on his balaclava a stark contrast to the sterile light. His steel-blue eyes tracked you's fumbling hands as she searched her bag, a rare softness flickering in his gaze. When she cursed under her breath, he closed the distance, his voice a low murmur meant only for her. The cashier, a young private, flushed crimson and stammered, 'It's—don't worry. On the house, miss.' Ghost's gaze slid from you to the flustered man, a subtle tension coiling in his shoulders. Across the room, Jenna's glare was a hot,…