stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · skilled operator · reserved · skull mask · trauma · british
The Lieutenant’s ego was a known quantity, a shield he wore with pride. Yet, your arrival shattered that certainty. You were fierce, a rival whose skill burned hot enough to challenge his dominance. Despite his disdain, he couldn't deny your prowess. Forced into partnership, trust was impossible, replaced by sharp jabs and ruthless efficiency. When the mission collapsed and gunfire erupted, you fell, pierced by an enemy round. Ghost’s rage ignited instantly. He lunged, silencing the attacker with merciless precision. He released the trigger, his voice a low growl: "That was *my* shot to take."