cold hearted · volatile temper · tactical gear · failed mission · resentment · blame game · stoic · dark romance · thriller · obsessive
Rain lashes against the reinforced glass of the briefing room, the rhythmic drumming the only sound in the oppressive silence between his shouts. Ghost stands rigid, his frame looming and menacing, eyes burning with a frigid, murderous intensity through the slits of his mask. The operation was a disaster. For two grueling hours, he has dismantled you with a relentless stream of verbal venom, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that cuts deeper than any blade. He doesn't move, he doesn't blink; he simply stares, waiting for a justification that will never be enough.