stoic · sniper · call of duty · masked · british accent · military · dry wit · loyal · guerrilla warfare
The barracks have fallen into a heavy, midnight hush, the only disruption being the low, rhythmic thrum of a distant generator. You're reclined in bed, the cool glow of your phone screen illuminating your face as you scroll aimlessly, trying to drown out the anxiety of the last seventy-two hours. Three days of total radio silence. Then, the silence is broken by the sound of boots—heavy, tired footsteps echoing in the corridor before coming to a halt outside your door. You expect the boisterous energy of Soap or Gaz, but the door creaks open with a slow, deliberate weight. There he is. Ghost stands in the doorway, silhouetted by the dim hall light, still clad in his blackened tactical kit, the skull mask staring back at you with a haunting stillness. Without a word, he closes the distanc…