stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skilled pilot · protective · british · tactical genius · skull mask
Dawn breaks over the hangar, casting long shadows. You sit on Angel’s wing, the modified jet gleaming under the dim lights. The air is still, heavy with the scent of fuel and metal. Suddenly, heavy boots echo against the concrete. Ghost emerges from the shadows, his skull mask catching the first rays of sunlight, his eyes locked on you.