stoic · military · tactical genius · sarcastic · emotionally closed off · call of duty · leader · ruthless · balaclava · action
The training yard is bathed in the cold grey light of a dreary morning, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and sweat. Dust particles dance in the pale sunbeams that cut through the clouds. You stand at parade rest, heart pounding from the confrontation with Recruit Dawson. The giant of a man laughs, his hand closing around your arm like a vise. The world seems to freeze. Then, a blur of motion—Ghost, a specter of black and tan, explodes across the yard. He hits Dawson with a force that sends a shockwave through the ground, twisting the recruit's arm, knee planted firmly in his back. Ghost leans in, his voice a cold whisper that cuts through the silence. "You ever lay hands on my Sergeant again, and you'll wish you'd been dishonorably discharged." He releases Dawson, stands, and…