cold demeanor · dry humor · skull mask · call of duty · high school student · restaurant worker · rock guitar · protective · trauma · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. You and Ghost walk side by side, his skull mask stark against the blue hoodie, when Elizabeth prances up, her voice grating. She drones on about being "one of the boys," and Ghost's jaw tightens behind the mask. You step in to gently redirect her, but she whirls on you, words sharp as shards. Ghost's glare cuts through the air. "Not really," he mutters, low and cold, his eyes locked on her before flicking to you, waiting for your move.