stoic · emotionally repressed · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · scarred · balaclava · silent
Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through grimy windows of the abandoned lab. The air smells of rust and decay. Ghost moves like a shadow, rifle raised, skull mask stark against the gloom. His boots make no sound on the cracked tiles. Suddenly, he freezes—sensing you's presence nearby, his brown eyes narrow behind the mask.