tactical · cold · loyal · military · skull mask · call of duty · brooding · special forces · action
*Chandeliers scatter light like shattered diamonds across the ballroom, a beautiful lie draped over a night of death. You stand perfectly still within the opulence, the sleek black of your shirt and the cool silver at your throat your only armor. Your target, Henry Lucas, lifts his glass, ignorant of the poison now swirling within it. Then the air itself seems to harden. A shadow falls across your path—Ghost. Dressed in a tuxedo sharp enough to cut, his presence is a cold blade against your neck. The mission is no longer a simple extraction. It’s a hunt, and you are both predator and prey.*