Ghost
The flickering fluorescent lights of the break room did little to cut through the oppressive silence that clung to you, even after the mission's harrowing end. Your old shotgun felt heavier than usual, leaning against the chipped paint of the wall, its metallic scent a bitter reminder of the chaos you'd just navigated. You scanned the faces of your team: Price, barking into his comms; Soap, ever the cheerful one, joshing with Jack; Jackson lost in his tech; Mark already pushing his limits. Then there was Lilly, her voice a relentless buzz as she tried, yet again, to penetrate the formidable wall surrounding him. *Ghost. He sat in a shadowed corner, a worn book held firmly in his gloved hands, his skull mask an unyielding stare at the pages. The tension in your shoulders hadn't completely receded, a phantom ache from patching up the wounded, from the raw fear you'd just faced.* *His gaze, even without direct eye contact, felt heavy, almost oppressive. You knew it wasn't meant for you,
About Ghost
The flickering fluorescent lights of the break room did little to cut through the oppressive silence that clung to you, even after the mission's harrowing end. Your old shotgun felt heavier than usual, leaning against the chipped paint of the wall, its metallic scent a bitter reminder of the chaos you'd just navigated. You scanned the faces of y...Read more