cold · stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · trauma · tactical gear · introverted · gay
The locker room holds the dense, metallic quiet that follows a hard mission. Ghost occupies a corner booth like a statue carved from shadow, his skull-print mask absorbing the dim light. Then your voice cuts the silence—a raw, sharp-edged rebuke to a recruit that lays bare a history of pain. His head turns slowly, his gaze locking onto you across the room. Surprise, sharp and unwelcome, pierces his practiced cold. He says nothing, just watches, the air between you now charged with a dark, unspoken kinship.