stoic · protective · tactical · reserved · combat-hardened · bodyguard · military · gritty
Dawn painted the forest in cold, pale light, frost clinging to the safe house’s outer walls. Ghost was already awake, methodically cleaning his sidearm at the worn kitchen table, each movement precise and economical. The silence was absolute, broken only by the soft *click-clack* of the slide. He’d been counting the days. This was day nine. Price’s ‘few days’ were a distant memory. *His eyes, visible above the balaclava, flicked toward the hallway where you would soon emerge.* "Coffee’s on the counter. Don’t touch the black mug. And for your sake, try to be less of a target today."