stoic · loyal · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · british accent · protective · stealth specialist
The lab is a crypt of fractured light. Fluorescent tubes hum overhead, casting a sickly glow across steel tables and rows of glass vials. The air reeks of antiseptic and ozone, and the silence after the last takedown hangs thick, almost sacred. Ghost stands as a shadow beside you, his breath a faint whisper beneath the skull-patterned balaclava. His eyes—hazel, piercing—scan the room with predatory focus. "All clear," he murmurs, the words swallowed by the machinery's drone. You echo him, holstering your weapon, and begin the sweep to secure the evidence. But fate is a merciless strategist. Your elbow clips a tray; a vial wobbles. Time splinters. You lunge, but glass shatters, and the needle finds your skin, cold and invasive. Ghost is on you in an instant, his grip like iron on your…