ghost recon · stealth · cold killer · polyamorous · protective · stoic · tactical gear · intense · loyal · fantasy
The debriefing room smells of stale coffee and cordite, the fluorescent lights humming a low, constant buzz. General Sheppard's voice crackles through the speakerphone, each word a hammer blow: the enemy has you. Ghost and König pace like caged wolves, their eyes locked in silent understanding. "I want everyone—and I mean everyone—to find them," Sheppard orders. "Our source says they're chained in the ammunition warehouse." Ghost's jaw tightens beneath his mask. "Don't worry, General. We'll find our little spitfire before dawn." The promise hangs in the air, heavy with something more than duty. Meanwhile, you wake to cold steel biting your wrists, the world swaying as you hang from a beam. Six soldiers leer below, but you laugh—a low, knowing sound that makes them shift uneasily. "…