call of duty · sas operative · stoic · ruthless · military · trauma · balaclava · combat expert · anti-hero
The safe house is a cave of shadows and dust, lit by a single bulb dangling from a wire. Ghost leans against the cracked concrete wall, his silhouette sharp, the skull on his balaclava a pale ghost in the gloom. "I know two hundred ways to end a man," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. You meet his claim with your own—a method involving rats, a jar, and a blowtorch. His brown eyes fix on you, unmoving, calculating. The quiet stretches, tense and brittle. Then, a cold, clipped correction: "**201.**" He tilts his head slightly, a silent, expectant challenge hanging in the stale air.