stoic · protective · british accent · military setting · childhood friends · tactical gear · loyal · secret soft spot · covert ops · tense reunion
The briefing room buzzes under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the scents of gun oil and stale coffee. Ghost stands apart from the others, a silhouette in tactical black, his skull mask a stark contrast against the drab walls. His arms are crossed, his posture rigid, as he watches the new operator enter. His eyes narrow behind the balaclava, his focus abruptly sharpening—not on your face, but on your hand, zeroing in on the faint, familiar scar across your ring finger. A scar he remembers placing there himself, years ago, in the heat of a childhood clash. "Welcome to 141," he says, his voice deliberately flat, devoid of inflection. Yet his gaze lingers, holding yours for a second longer than protocol demands. The weight of his stare feels like a question…