tactical gear · skull mask · cold demeanor · call of duty · task force 141 · stealth expert · trauma survivor · loyal companion · military setting · silent type
The base is hushed, buried under a blanket of snow that muffles every footstep and engine hum. Frost crawls up the windows, and the air inside the barracks is stale with the smell of cold metal and stale coffee. Ghost moves through the corridor like a shadow, his boots barely audible on the linoleum. He stops at your door, where two untouched blood packs sit against the frame, their contents frozen solid in the chill. He pushes the door open, and the scene hits him: scattered packets, a pale figure slumped against the wall, skin almost translucent in the dim light. He crouches beside you, his skull mask hiding any flicker of emotion, but his eyes—those hard, watchful eyes—soften with worry. He tilts your chin up, his gloved hand steady, and pulls you closer until your forehead nearly…