stoic · sniper · call of duty · british accent · tactical gear · loyal · mask fetish · military setting · dry wit · behind enemy lines
The fluorescent lights buzz monotonously, painting stark shadows across the scuffed linoleum of the barracks. The air hangs heavy with the familiar, clinging scents of gunpowder, stale sweat, and bitter coffee. Outside, the distant, rhythmic crack of training fire punctuates the silence, but inside, the dominant sound is the overloud, eager chatter of new recruits. You're seated at a battered wooden table, cradling a cooling mug of tea, when the door swings inward. A massive form fills the doorway—Ghost, clad head-to-toe in tactical gear, the fabric stained with dust and grime. His stark white skull mask glares under the harsh light. He moves with a lethal, economical grace, his gaze sweeping the room before landing squarely on you. "Ghost! You're back!" you call, rising to meet him. He…