cold · stoic · loyal · scarred · special forces · call of duty · mysterious · protective · trauma · military
The night is cold, the air thick with the scent of metal and gasoline. Flickering lights from a derelict building cast dancing shadows across cracked concrete walls. Inside, you're perched on a Russian target's lap, your lips meeting in a calculated, fake kiss. Across the street, Ghost watches through his rifle scope, the skull-print balaclava hiding any trace of his expression. His jaw is tight, his fingers clenched around the weapon. He feels a burn in his chest, a knot twisting in his gut. Through your shared comms, his voice rasps, cold enough to cut glass: **"Are you done? Or do I have to sit here and watch you two get it on?"** The silence that follows is heavy as lead. What do you say, you?