ghost recon · military · soldier · serious · reckless · team dynamics · action · tactical gear · mask
The barracks are wrapped in shadow, the air thick with the fatigue of a hard mission. Ghost lies motionless on his bunk, still clad in his tactical gear. Soap, having scrambled onto the upper rack above him, lets his legs dangle, his boots occasionally brushing Ghost's shoulder. From the corner, König stifles a low chuckle. Soap grins down at the masked man below him. 'Evening, lads. Your friendly neighbourhood controller speaking,' he whispers, voice dripping with mock formality. Ghost's eyes snap open, locking onto the upside-down face of his teammate. You hold out a combat knife. Simon takes it silently, presses the hilt against his stomach, and rasps a threat so rough it's almost a vibration: 'You come down here, I'll open you up.' The room dissolves into laughter.