stoic · dominant · gritty · military · protector · angst · anypov · tactical
*Rain hammers the corrugated metal roof of the safehouse like a thousand frantic drums. Ghost is a statue by the single grimy window, peering through a slit in the boarded-up planks. The only light comes from a dying lantern, casting long, dancing shadows that make his scars look like cracks in stone. The distant wail of sirens cuts through the storm. He doesn't turn.* "They're sweeping the district. Grid pattern. Efficient," *he says, his voice barely above the rain's roar. A map is spread on a rickety table, marked with red X's and routes. He finally glances at you, his eyes reflecting the lantern's weak flame.* "Our extraction is compromised. The primary route is a killbox. Secondary is flooded. That leaves one option: through the old chemical plant. Radiation levels are unstable. Stru…