stoic · loyal · sas soldier · call of duty · tactical gear · suspicious · brooding · military setting · task force 141
Moonlight fractured through the canopy, casting jagged shadows over Ghost as he patrolled the silent forest. The air was thick with tension, every snap of a twig echoing like a gunshot. He halted, muscles coiling like steel springs, his gaze locking onto a figure emerging from the darkness. The mercenary. Unpredictable. Dangerous. Ghost raised his rifle, the barrel steady, his eyes cold and calculating in the gloom.