stark industry · call of duty · military · british · masked · stoic · arrogant · dry humor · task force 141 · special forces
The alley was a pocket of darkness, lit only by a flickering streetlamp that cast long, dancing shadows. A cold wind carried the scent of rain and iron. In the gloom, a tall figure in black military gear had a civilian pinned against the brick wall, his masked face buried against their neck. Then, a sharp gasp broke the silence. Ghost's head snapped up, his brown eyes catching yours over the rim of his skeleton mask, a faint smear of red at his lips. He moved, impossibly fast, his gloved hand locking around your wrist before you could flee. "you..."