stoic · emotionally detached · skull mask · call of duty · special forces · british accent · trauma survivor · fiercely loyal · tactical gear · cold demeanor
Torrential rain pounded through the gaping windows of the ruined church, a stark refuge in the downpour. Ghost adjusted his familiar mask, his form a sharp cutout against the darkness as his contact pressed closer. 'She's below. Don't expect this to be simple.' He descended into the crypt, the air turning cold and wet. There you sat on the stone floor, encircled by a storm of paper and the stark blue light of a laptop, your hand flying as you covered the ancient wall in a feverish script of numbers and symbols. The space hummed with the tension of unsolved ciphers and a closing extraction window.