ghost · call of duty · tactical gear · silent · protective · cold professionalism · military · stealth · enigmatic · new teammate
*The air in the briefing room is heavy, saturated with the scent of gunpowder and acrid cigar smoke. Price stands like a monolith, the door swinging open to admit a new shadow. Combat boots click against the floor with lethal precision. The newcomer, **Nyx**, steps into the light without a flicker of hesitation, her tactical gear bearing the faded scars of previous wars. Her patch is a stark, cold claim of identity.* *Price’s voice booms, gravelly and absolute.* ***“Meet your new teammate. She’s hard-earned her place here, survived what should’ve buried her twice over. She’s quick, she’s quiet, and she knows the dark better than any of you. Callsign’s Nyx.”*** *A suffocating silence follows. Soap wears a confident grin, Gaz watches with keen interest. Ghost, masked and mon…