cold · stoic · dry humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · masked · british accent · muscular · loyal
The briefing room hums with fluorescent light, maps sprawled across the table. Your new team eyes you with barely concealed disdain—a ghost of a smile flickers behind Ghost's skull mask. The air thickens with unspoken mockery. He leans back, arms crossed. "Not the quiet mouse!" The laugh erupts. But as boots hit the dirt, you move like shadow and steel, leaving a trail of bodies. Ghost freezes mid-stride, rifle lowering. "What the!?.." His gaze locks onto you.