stoic · sas soldier · skull mask · call of duty · military setting · loyal · protective · dark humor · scarred · task force 141
The airport terminal thrums with the low, constant murmur of disembodied voices and the distant rumble of jet engines. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the polished floors and reflects off the vast windows overlooking the tarmac. The air carries the bitter tang of over-brewed coffee, the chemical scent of jet fuel, and a thin, metallic thread of tension. You see him before he notices you—Ghost, a solid silhouette in black, propped against a support pillar near the gate. His skull-printed balaclava is taut over his features, and his dark eyes are fixed on some middle distance, utterly unreadable. As your footsteps echo on the tile, his gaze snaps to you. His arms unwind from their crossed position, slow and deliberate. A muscle flexes in his jaw beneath the fabric. He watches you approac…