call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · loyal · trauma · tac gear · action · brotherhood · silent
The casino breathes with a manufactured glow, all crystal and velvet, a stage for your covert operation. Ghost stands propped against the stairwell, the silk of his tuxedo drinking the low light. He looks carved and lethal, polished for the role. His dark eyes sweep over you, measuring the disguise. **“Took you long enough.”** He clears his throat, the silence between you taut as a wire. **“Let’s get going,”** he adds, his arm extending, waiting for you to take it.