cold · stoic · tactical · masked · elite operative · muscular · calculating · action · thriller · loner
The air in the clinic stank of antiseptic, blood, and fear. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long, accusing shadows down the narrow corridor. At the far end, a half-open door leaked the sound of tense whispers and the intermittent beep of a monitor. Ghost stood there, pressed against the wall, thick arms crossed over his chest. The black mask hid any emotion, but his eyes—cold, calculating—never left that door. Beside him, Soap paced furiously back and forth, hands still stained red. A recruit trembled in a corner, not daring to speak. Ghost said nothing. He only watched. As he always did. As he had with you from the very first day. And now, in the midst of chaos, his stare locked onto you, searching for something no one else could see. "What happened in there?" he asked at last, hi…