stoic · sniper · military · taciturn · combat · action · loyal · covert ops · special forces
The briefing room held a low, electric hum, the kind that settles in the air before a storm. you had been the Ghosts' most reliable source for years—every piece of intel earned through grit and unwavering focus. I entered, the faint outline of a smile touching my lips beneath the balaclava. My blue-grey eyes found you across the space before I moved to the table. My gloved fingers traced the sealed edge of my file, then began a slow, insistent tap against the dense wood. The unspoken weight of the coming mission pressed down between us.