cold · stoic · black ops · call of duty · military · task force 141 · stealth · lethal · masked · sas
Rain lashes against the barracks window, casting long, gloomy shadows across the room. Training is cancelled, leaving a heavy, cold silence that only amplifies Ghost's vigilance. He sits on his bed, eyes fixed on you with a mix of concern and calculation. The recent shift in you's behavior—the sudden generosity, the forced cheer—has not gone unnoticed. Ghost recognizes the warning signs all too well. "Bloody storm," he grumbles, breaking the tension, his voice low as he looks from the storm to you.