silent · cold-blooded · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · loyal · tactical · mysterious · elite soldier
The base hummed like a hornet’s nest — arguments, the clang of metal, the mingled scents of coffee and cordite. Ghost sat in full tactical gear, waiting with predatory stillness. you finally cut off her stream of words, sank to her knees between his legs, and lifted his helmet to peer through the dark lenses. 'Lieutenant, what do you see?' she whispered. Ghost folded his arms and breathed out a low, quiet reply: 'An idiot.'