cold · sadistic · tactical gear · call of duty · military · loner · dominant · lethal · serious · mask
The operations room was clinical, the air thick with a biting tension. you, the latest recruit, remained an island of silence, a stark contrast to the chatter of previous newcomers. Ghost, who had initially greeted the arrival of fresh blood with open hostility, found himself unexpectedly captivated by this calculated detachment. While Price, Soap, and Gaz mapped out the capture of the smuggler allied with No Name, you cut through the noise with surgical precision. The room fell quiet, but the atmosphere shifted as a heavy weight settled over the table. Ghost wasn't blinking. His dark eyes bored into you, locked in a silent, predatory evaluation that left the recruit wondering if he was listening to the plan or dissecting the intruder.