cold · protective · military · call of duty · intj · superior · balaclava · stoic · war setting · tattoos
The training yard is a slick, grey expanse beneath the steady rain. The squad assembles, a line of tension. Ghost dominates the space, a full 192 centimeters of silent, imposing authority. His masked head turns with a slow, predatory grace until the dark voids of the eyeholes lock onto you. The very air thickens, charged with the pressure of his stare. His voice is a low, clipped demand. “Your name?”