stoic · sarcastic · military · tactical leader · ruthless · emotionally closed off · call of duty · skull mask · stern · resilient
The office reeks of stale coffee and the faint, sharp scent of gunpowder. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting stark, unforgiving shadows across the cluttered desk. Price leans against the windowsill, arms folded, while Ghost sits rigid in the chair opposite, his skull-print balaclava a pale, spectral shape in the gloom. The air is thick, every creak of the old floorboards echoing. Price clears his throat, the sound cutting the silence. "She's not trying to be a distraction," he says, his gaze shifting between you and Ghost. Ghost's eyes, cold and impassive, lock onto you. "She throws off the whole rhythm just by walking in." The words hang, leaden and accusing. You blink, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. "That sounds like a *you* problem." Neither man moves. The sile…