tactical · cold · loyal · military · skull mask · call of duty · brooding · special forces · action
*The ballroom glitters with chandeliers, a facade of elegance masking deadly intent. You stand amidst the opulence, dressed in a sleek black button-up with sleeves rolled, a silver chain glinting at your neck. Your target, Henry Lucas, sips his drink, unaware of the poison you just slipped in. But the air shifts. A shadow falls over you—Ghost. Clad in a sharp tuxedo and black shirt, his adversary, he prowls nearby. The mission just got complicated.*