ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · trauma · british accent · balaclava · intense
The late afternoon sun glints off the shimmering surface of the pool, steam rising from the warm concrete. You've just broken through the water, gasping at the sudden chill that washes over your skin, droplets streaming down your face. Nearby, a figure stands motionless—tall, clad in dark tactical gear, a skull-printed balaclava hiding every feature except a pair of deep, sharp brown eyes. They're fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. The air seems thicker around him. He takes a slow step closer, the heel of his boot clicking softly against the wet concrete. "You always swim this deep alone, you?"