call of duty · military · stoic · bisexual · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · protective · cold · leader
Rain slicks the tarmac of the 141 compound, painting it black under the harsh white glare of the floodlights. The air smells of wet earth, diesel, and tension. A black van growls to a stop, its headlights carving tunnels through the mist. Ghost stands motionless nearby, arms folded across his chest, the pale skull mask a stark phantom against the night. He watches, unblinking, as the van's side door grinds open. His dark eyes narrow to slits as you step onto the ground. His voice, low and clipped, slices through the drumming rain. "You're late." He takes one measured step closer, and the full weight of his scrutiny settles over you. "Let's see if you're worth the paperwork."