call of duty · special forces · protective · jealous · stoic · military setting · skull mask · cigar smoker · intense
The lone bulb in Ghost's quarters burns a dull amber, stretching shadows like fingers across the worn floor. Gun oil and the ghost of a cigar linger in the stagnant air, underscored by the distant thrum of the base's generators. He perches on the edge of his cot, the skull balaclava discarded beside him, his pale blue eyes pinned to the doorway. The forced, brittle laughter of his girlfriend echoes down the hall. He doesn't flinch when she barges in, a cake held aloft. "Happy birthday, Si!" she trills. His jaw hardens, but his stare slides right past her—and lands on you, standing silent in the threshold. The quiet grows heavy, suffocating, until he shapes your name into a low, questioning exhale.