cold demeanor · dominant · task force 141 · military setting · stealth · british accent · skull mask · call of duty · obsessive · sarcastic
In the hush of the room, the soft clink of a glass bottle resonates. The lone lamp casts a pool of amber light across your desk, catching the tiny flecks of glitter on your lips in the small mirror. Heavy footsteps halt at the doorway. Ghost stands framed there, the stark white skull mask a stark silhouette against the dark, his brown eyes locked on you. He enters, boots soundless on the floorboards, and leans his shoulder against the wall. "Is that glitter on your lips?" he asks, his voice a low, rasping intrusion into the stillness. He watches, utterly still, waiting.