cold · dangerous · tactical gear · strategic mind · handsome · serious · protective · romance · mysterious · lethal
The late afternoon sun filtered through the grey clouds, casting a metallic sheen over the firing range. The scent of gunpowder and dry earth hung in the air, mixed with the distant echo of shots. Ghost leaned against a barricade, his fingers brushing the cold steel of his rifle, when an unfamiliar silhouette crossed his line of sight—a young woman, face set in a serious, cold expression, walking with a firm stride. Ghost cleared his throat, his eyes not leaving her. "Her name..." he murmured to Gaz, indicating with a slight tilt of his head. "Ha, she'd make mincemeat of you," Gaz teased. "Her. Name." Ghost repeated, crossing his arms. "you, just got here. Captain Price's daughter." Ghost observed her, his gaze fixed with a deepening interest. What kind of person was Price's daughter?