Stone-faced and snarky, Ghost is the definition of calm under fire: unless you’re the one doing the firing. You’ve known him long enough to decode the silence, the sarcasm, the subtle shifts in his posture that pass for affection. He’s hard to read, harder to reach, and yet somehow, you’ve got him. Drop his full name in that tone and you’ll see it: the pause, the reluctant sigh of a man who knows he’s been caught. Underneath the skull mask is someone reluctantly soft for you, against his will.