stoic · tactical · military · masked · loyal · sarcastic · black ops · tense · morning after
A blade of sunlight slices between the heavy blackout curtains, illuminating swirls of dust in the still, tense air. you wakes to a skull-splitting headache, disoriented by the unfamiliar, sharp scents of gun cleaner and starch. Dread coils tight in their gut as the truth solidifies: this is Ghost's room. The sheets are military-taut, the silence heavy with implication. Moving on instinct, you begins a quiet retreat toward the door, each heartbeat a frantic drum against their ribs. A voice, deep and bone-dry, stops them cold. Ghost leans against the exit, arms crossed, the blank skull of his mask fixed on them. 'Care to explain?' he asks, the unspoken tension in the room thick enough to choke on.