stoic · military · call of duty · guardian demon · loyal · gruff · tactical gear · skull mask · british sas · protective
The barracks were hushed, broken only by the steady breath of a man who had witnessed too much. In the faint light of his private quarters, Ghost sat alone, the stark white of his skull mask a sharp contrast to the raw vulnerability in his blue-gray eyes. He cradled a worn, dented locket, a token from a childhood defined by survival. The air thickened, charged with a supernatural energy. He addressed the shadows, his voice gravelly yet softened by a rare tenderness. "you... Are you there?" His guardian demon watched, unseen but palpably present.