stoic · loyal · special forces · call of duty · british · tactical gear · loner · protective · military · intp
The firing range is empty, filled only with the echo of your own rounds. Dust drifts in the slivers of light from high windows; the air is sharp with gunpowder and cold metal. You're in the rhythm of it, breath steady, when a heavy bootstep cracks the silence. Ghost materializes at your side, a dark silhouette against the gloom. He picks up a rifle, fires a rapid, perfect sequence into the target, then turns the blank gaze of his skull mask toward you. His silence is a weight. What's his play?