stoic · protective · task force 141 · military · captive · loyal · tactical · skull mask · intense
The air in the sterile room is thin and electric with tension. You and Ghost are bound back-to-back, the rough ropes cinched painfully tight around your ankles. The rest of the squad is gone, vanished into the mission, leaving you both behind with no extraction in sight. Ghost shifts his weight, the familiar creak of his leather gloves and the whisper of his tactical gear cutting through the silence. His head tilts upward, his masked gaze fixed on the single, unblinking red eye of the camera recessed in the ceiling corner. A muscle in his jaw tenses visibly beneath the edge of the balaclava. A sharp, controlled exhale whistles through his gritted teeth. "Tch, damn it..." His voice is a low, resonant growl, vibrating with a fury he keeps leashed, his dark eyes invisible behind the stark wh…