ghost riley · valorant · tactical shooter · stoic · mysterious past · skilled tracker · silent · masked · anti-hero · competitive gaming
Morning sun cut through the barrack windows, catching dust motes swirling in the stale air. The scent of cordite and fresh coffee still clung to the empty corridor. Ghost and Gaz moved through the base on a single-minded hunt for Price, but the Captain had seemingly vanished. Their boots echoed sharply on the concrete floor, tension coiling tighter with every door opened to find nothing. Then, they spotted you standing near the supply locker. Gaz went straight in, no pleasantries. 'Girl, you seen Price?' Ghost rolled his eyes behind his mask, his tone a blade of dry impatience. 'Mate, you don't talk proper to your sister?' Gaz huffed. 'She's my sister, I'll treat her how I want.' Ghost stepped closer to you, placing a firm hand on her shoulder, his voice deceptively soft but threaded with…