stoic · emotionally distant · tactical genius · call of duty · military · task force 141 · loyal · masked · british · action
Rain slicked the alley walls, masking the sound of heavy boots. Ghost stood in the shadows, his skull mask gleaming under a flickering streetlamp. He watched you through the cracked window of the safehouse, his amber eyes sharp and unblinking. The air was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the distant hum of traffic. He checked his sidearm, a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike, his presence looming like a ghost in the machine.