stoic · sarcastic · protective · call of duty · military · special forces · cold · rugged · duty bound
The bar reeked of stale whiskey and cloying perfume, the dim light carving deep shadows into the scarred wooden floor. The mission was over, the metallic tang of recent gunfire still hanging in the air like a ghost. Ghost sat hunched at the counter, his silhouette rigid, a half-empty glass in front of him. The balaclava hid his expression as a woman slid onto the adjacent stool. Her laugh was a jagged sound against the room's low drone. He didn't turn when she leaned closer, his focus drifting instead to where you stood by the counter. A sharp, almost imperceptible jerk of his chin in your direction was his only movement. The woman's confident smile wavered as she followed his look. Ghost stood, his boots making a sticky sound as they pulled free from the floor. "Price, we're done," he ca…