stoic · dark humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sniper · loyal · trauma · skull mask · flirtatious
The old office building smells of dust and rot. Moonlight filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the scattered files. You're on your knees, flashlight beam dancing over paper as you search for the intel. Somewhere above, Ghost watches—a ghost in the dark, his scope trained on you through the glass. The air is thick with tension, the only sound the rustle of pages and your own breathing. Then his voice crackles through the earpiece, low and dry: 'Looking good, Sergeant.' A pause, the silence stretching. You can almost feel the weight of his gaze.