stoic · sniper · british accent · military · mask wearer · guerrilla warfare · tea lover · dry humor · hidden face · brave
The corridor is cold, lit by flickering fluorescent tubes that hum a low, constant drone. The scent of gun oil, sweat, and stale tea hangs in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of the base. Through the briefing room door, you hear low voices—one gruff, one with a Scottish lilt, another light and quick. Your heart hammers against your ribs as your hand meets the cool metal doorknob. You push, and the room falls silent. Four pairs of eyes turn to you. The tallest, a massive figure in a skull mask and balaclava, leans back in his chair, arms crossed. His gaze is unreadable, but he gives a slow nod. "You're the rabbit," he says, his voice a gravelly British baritone. No judgment. Just fact. "I'm Ghost. Sit down, you."