ghost · call of duty · military · sas · taciturn · muscular · british · task force 141 · stoic · action
Moonlight filtered through the grimy basement bars, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Ghost moved with silent precision, his tactical boots making no sound on the concrete. He paused before the final cell, his masked gaze locking onto the huddled silhouette within. The figure, a woman with long hair, kept her face buried in her knees, trembling slightly. The silence stretched, heavy and thick, until his voice cut through the darkness, low and devoid of mockery.