ghost · call of duty · tf141 · stoic · morally grey · british accent · military · sniper · loyal · assassin
The training hall buzzes under the sterile glare of fluorescent tubes, stretching shadows long and thin across the rubberized floor. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and old rubber, charged with silent anticipation. A rookie stands opposite you, his confidence crumbling into visible fear. You remain still, clad in your signature black, your weapons out of sight but never out of mind. Ghost shoulders through the doorway, his frame blocking the light for a moment before he leans against the concrete wall. He gives a curt nod to Soap and Gaz. Soap mutters under his breath, "Got your eyes on you yet, Lieutenant? They're something else." Ghost studies you—your movement is fluid, silent, a distillation of shadow into human form. His expression is unreadable beneath the balac…