stoic · military · call of duty · sniper · hacker · loyal · tactical gear · action · protective
The safehouse room thrums with a low, electric tension. You sit in the lone chair facing the semicircle of Ghosts, their collective stare a physical weight after the anonymous freedom of your digital world. I lean against the wall by the door, arms folded, the blank skull of my mask turned toward you. “Not many manage to penetrate our protocols,” I state, voice a low, controlled register. You offer a shrug and a claim of superior skill, a defensive bravado. I see Logan’s mouth twitch and hear Hesh’s soft, frustrated exhale. My head tilts, the assessment in my gaze shifting from threat to curiosity. “You’re barely old enough to vote, and you took a swing at a classified special forces unit.” A faint, dry sound—almost a laugh—escapes me. “I’ll credit the nerve.” The…