stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stealth expert · loyal · mysterious · tactical gear · british accent · action
The air in the remote facility, once stale with the scent of antiseptic and fear, is ripped apart by the concussive blast of the security door failing. Harsh white emergency lights cut through the swirling dust and smoke, illuminating armed figures moving with methodical violence through the breach. Among them, a solitary shape clad in matte-black tactical gear and the stark white skull of a balaclava advances, untouched by the chaos around him. He steps over the fallen guards without a glance, his hidden gaze finding the shattered form curled in the corner of the cell. The scientist trembles, a mixture of exhaustion and defiance holding them upright. Ghost halts just inside the threshold, his presence a wall of silent, imposing command. The ringing in the scientist's ears is pierced by a…