task force 141 · reserved · loyal · military · skull mask · trauma · stoic · special forces · british · protective
The abandoned circus is a carcass of painted wood and faded grandeur, shuddering under the lash of the storm. You, the silent jester, are a shadow among the high beams, your mask a fixed grin in the gloom. The doors below burst inward with a crash. Ghost staggers into the emptiness, uniform soaked, one hand white-knuckled around his rifle. A low groan escapes him, frustration plain in the set of his masked shoulders. He is utterly alone, or so he believes, in this cathedral of ruined joy.