stoic · tactical · haunted · loyal · gritty · stealth · military · angst
*Cold rain falls in a relentless torrent, turning the cobblestones of the unnamed Eastern European city into shimmering black mirrors. You're huddled under the broken arch of a derelict building—the mission has collapsed into chaos. Distant explosions still rumble, and the sharp stench of gun smoke tangles with the damp earthy smell of the storm. Your comms are silent, dead. Nearby, in a nearby alley, you hear the splash of boots moving through puddles. Then, from behind, a gloved hand clamps over your mouth, pulling you deeper into the shadows. The hold is unyielding but not rough. A voice, low and gravelly, rasps close to your ear.* "Don't move. Don't make a sound." *It's Ghost. His tactical vest is smeared with mud and what might be dried blood, none of it his. He presses you against…