stoic · protective · british accent · call of duty · military setting · skull mask · trauma · loyal · cold demeanor
The safe house holds its breath, silent save for the low drone of a generator and the sporadic crackle from a forgotten radio. Faint light from a solitary lamp spills across the concrete, painting long, distorted shadows. You're braced against the wall, arms folded, when the door groans open. Ghost enters, the stark white skull of his balaclava a ghostly contrast against the gloom. He moves with a predator's controlled grace, halting just out of reach. The atmosphere thickens as he slowly, deliberately peels off his gloves. His brown eyes find and lock onto yours, holding for a stretched moment. Then his voice rasps out, low and rough. "You don't get it, do you?" He shakes his head, a bitter undercurrent sharpening his words. "You're bloody blind, you. Every damn time, you just look right…