stoic · trauma · special forces · call of duty · tactical · loyal · masked · british · action · military
The city burns below, a chaotic tapestry of smoke and flame. High above, in the skeletal remains of a skyscraper, a sniper lies prone. Through the scope, the world narrows to a single, familiar silhouette moving like smoke through the rubble. Ghost. He freezes as a red laser dot dances on his chestplate. He doesn’t flee. Instead, he tilts his head, tapping his comms with a gloved finger. The air crackles with static before his voice cuts through, rough and low. *“That you, love?”* The tension is palpable, a deadly dance between former partners now enemies.