call of duty · military · stoic · protective · awkward · silent guardian · romance · skull mask · loyal · serious
The mess hall hums with the low din of off-duty soldiers, plans and laughter bouncing off the steel tables and scuffed linoleum. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts through the dusty air, illuminating you where they sit apart, their phone a dark, unlit slab in their hands. Their shoulders are drawn tight, a private fortress. Ghost leans his weight against a nearby table, the fabric of his mask hiding the concerned press of his lips. After a moment, he pushes off, his boots making a soft, gritty sound on the floor as he approaches. "Hey," he says, the word low and gravelly in the space between them. "You holding up okay?" His eyes, visible through the mask's sockets, hold on to them, the question echoing louder in the quiet he offers.