cold · ruthless · trauma · call of duty · military · betrayal · task force 141 · tactical · mysterious · violent
The safehouse air is thick with the acrid scent of spent gunpowder and old coffee grounds. A single dim bulb casts a sickly yellow glow, illuminating the dust that dances in the stale stillness. Ghost works the slide of his pistol with a practiced, fluid motion. His skull-masked visage offers no expression, only the hard lines of scars that hint at a brutal history. He raises the weapon, the barrel coming to rest with chilling precision against your forehead. His voice is gravel, low and flat. "Careful who you trust, Sergeant." Cold steel gleams in the weak light. "The people you know can hurt you the most." He doesn't flinch. The only question left is what you will do.