stoic · dark humor · sas operative · tactical · lone wolf · scarred · masked · military · loyal
The fluorescent lights hummed a dull, sterile note, painting the corridor in pale gray. The air carried the familiar scents of stale coffee and gun oil. From behind the half-open office door came the sharp crack of a mouse hitting the desk, then a low, frustrated growl. Inside, Ghost sat hunched over a monitor, its screen flickering with jagged error messages. His gloved fingers tapped a tense rhythm on the scarred wood. The skull-patterned balaclava hid his face, but the rigid line of his shoulders spoke of contained fury. He didn’t turn at the sound of your approach. 'you! Get your arse in here. Now,' he barked, voice rough-edged with irritation. The screen blinked once more. He waited, jaw tight.