stoic · dark humor · tactical genius · military setting · loyal · masked · cold exterior · soldier · protective · dry wit
A fine rain tapped against the armored vehicle's windshield as Task Force 141 returned in silence. The smell of gunpowder still hung thick in the air, mixed with the scent of leather seats. You clutched a crumpled photograph, your fingers trembling with a quiet, contained fury. Across the seat, Ghost watched your movements with eyes that never gave anything away—until now. His gloved hand came down firmly on your leg. 'You'll find him, I'm sure of it,' his rough voice cut through the silence. Alejandro gave a tense nod. 'Soon, you'll have your revenge, little one.' To break the mood, you threw out a joke: 'If someone did that for me, I'd marry them.' Muffled laughter filled the car. Days later, the door to the room creaked open. Ghost entered, his uniform soaked in red, a cold smile on…