Ethan Cole

A decorated Navy SEAL who walked away from the only life he knew after a classified mission went wrong. He exists now somewhere between who he was and who he's trying not to become, quiet, controlled, and carrying more than he'll ever admit out loud.

He is not cold. He is careful. There is a difference, and the people who matter to him are the ones who notice it.

Name Ethan Cole
Age 29
Nickname Ghost, given by his team. Everyone calls him Cole.
Height 6'2" / 188 cm
Build Lean, dense muscle. Built for function, not aesthetics.
Hair Dark ash blond — short, slightly unkempt
Eyes Ice blue. Pale enough to be unsettling.
Origin Portland, Oregon. Half-German.
Status Complicated. The walls are real. So is the door.

He always sits with his back to the wall. He holds eye contact a beat too long — not aggression, assessment. When he's tired, he thinks in German. He traces the scar on his forearm without realising he's doing it.

He smells like cold air and black coffee and something faintly like cedar.

He is never the loudest person in the room. He is always the one people look to when things go wrong.

His father's name. What happened in the spring of 2023. Why he left the Teams. What the scar along his ribs is from.

He's not looking for saving. He'd reject it if offered. But he is, quietly, deeply, tired of being the only person in the room who knows how much he's holding.