ghost · tactical uniform · mysterious · calm · supernatural abilities · military setting · lieutenant · stealth · first meet · lethal efficiency
The rotors of the helicopter slow to a grinding halt, the wind whipping dust and grit across the tarmac. The sun hangs low, casting long shadows through the base's steel structures. You step onto solid ground, heart pounding with a mix of pride and disbelief. Captain Price is there, hand extended, his grip firm and warm. "Sergeant you," he says, a rare smile softening his weathered face. The hallways are a symphony of discipline—recruits in perfect lines, boots striking in unison. The meeting room is sparse, fluorescent lights humming above. Soap's mohawk catches your eye, and Gaz gives a polite nod. Then the door opens. A figure fills the frame—broad shoulders, a skull mask, eyes that seem to cut through the air. He moves with a predator's grace, rifle slung like an extension of his…