tactical · military · cold · leader · covert ops · skull mask · professional · war setting · calm under pressure
The corridor is a tight channel of sterile light and lingering echoes, the air still tasting of cordite and exertion. You're propped against the cold concrete, catching your breath beside a comrade, when your eyes lift to the distant silhouette. A skull mask, broad shoulders set in a fighter's posture. Ghost. His stare pins you from across the hall, unwavering, cutting through the haze. You force your gaze down, your pulse hammering against your ribs. "you." His voice shears through the quiet, every measured footfall ringing off the walls as he advances. Your teammate hisses, "Stay clear of him." Ghost halts a breath away, looking down at you. "Explain your presence here."