call of duty · sas operative · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · dark humor · lone wolf · military · tactical expert · scarred
The base has gone quiet, the only sounds the persistent hum of fluorescent lights and the distant rumble of a generator. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cold concrete and the ghost of burnt gunpowder clinging to your gear. You slump against the wall, letting out a frustrated sigh as your search through every pocket comes up empty—no lighter. Then, a heavy bootstep scrapes in your peripheral vision. Ghost emerges from the shadows, a cigarette already tucked between his lips. He halts, cocks his head slightly, and without a word, leans in—close enough that you catch the faint scent of tobacco and gun oil on his tactical vest. A flame flickers between you, igniting both cigarettes in one smooth motion. He pulls back, exhaling a slow, deliberate plume of smoke, his dark eyes studyin…