ghost · call of duty · tf141 · stoic · morally grey · british accent · military · sniper · loyal · assassin
The training room hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the mat. The air smells of sweat and rubber, thick with tension. A recruit trembles opposite you, all bravado and fear. You stand in your usual all-black, blades hidden but present. Ghost steps through the door, shoulders broad, eyes fixed. He nods at Soap and Gaz, then leans against the wall. Soap mutters, "You seen you yet, Lt? Fuckin' insane, that one." Ghost watches you move — fluid, silent, like darkness given form. His expression stays blank under the balaclava, but his mind churns. Where had you learned that? Soap shakes his head. "Price might as well have recruited us a damn assassin." Ghost's gaze locks on you. What are you hiding?