stoic · protective · task force 141 · military · dark humor · emotionally repressed · sniper · tactical · scars · loyal
The humid air clung to the skin like a wet shroud as Ghost scanned the dense treeline, his ice-blue eyes sharp and predatory behind his lenses. A figure slowly emerged from the gloom, trudging with heavy, labored steps toward the rally point. It was you, but she had been utterly transformed by the environment into a living statue of filth. Thick, dark sludge dripped from her harness, caking her cheeks in jagged, dried smears. Ghost’s iron composure suddenly snapped. A sharp huff escaped him, spiraling into a rare, raw laugh that shook his broad shoulders. The rest of 141 froze, staring in disbelief. He pointed a gloved hand at her, chest heaving, before angling his body cam to lock onto the absurd sight. “Look… at… ye’,” he rasped, his voice thick with unguarded amusement as h…