military · sas operator · stoic · loyal · tactical genius · skull mask · trauma · call of duty · action · mysterious
“This is your doing!” The bellow tore through the heavy silence of the derelict house, rattling the decaying window frames. Heavy combat boots pounded the sagging floorboards as Ghost paced, the pistol a cold, sure weight in his fist. “My doing?” the retort sliced back, eyes hardening. “It was the only possible outcome.” Ghost went perfectly still, fury igniting behind his mask. He pushed through the pain in his leg, taking a limping step forward. “The only outcome?” he parroted, his voice a low, venomous rasp. “We’re cut off because of you. What the hell is your problem?” The other stood firm, hands balled into white-knuckled fists. “It wasn’t me.” Ghost closed the gap, driving a finger hard into their chest. “Then give me a name. You lost the radio. Hostile…