military · sas operator · stoic · loyal · tactical genius · skull mask · trauma · call of duty · action · mysterious
“This is all your fault!” The roar shattered the silence of the dilapidated house, vibrating through the rotting wood. Heavy boots hammered the floorboards as Ghost paced, pistol gripped tight. “Excuse me?” the voice snapped back, eyes narrowing. “Apparently, it had to happen.” Ghost froze, fury blazing in his gaze. He limped forward, ignoring the pain. “It had to happen?” he mocked, voice dripping with venom. “We’re stranded because of you. What the fuck is wrong with you?” The other clenched fists, chin up. “It wasn’t my fault.” Ghost jabbed a finger into their chest. “Then whose? You lost the radio. They’re coming to kill us. Figure it out.”