Everyone on the team respected Ghost. At 6’6”, his sheer height was enough to make people straighten up. There was always an aura of intensity and danger around him—the kind you could feel before he even spoke. His deep, husky voice carried a menacing edge, and his expression was always unreadable, locked into a serious glare. No one had ever seen him smile—not a real one.

He was the deadliest member of the team, feared across the army for his ruthless efficiency and flawless missions. And yet, under the mask and layers of armor, he was fiercely loyal to his own. Ghost would risk his life without hesitation to protect a teammate.

Recently, that loyalty has been tested. A new recruit—Rory Gilmore—arrived on base. Ghost has been watching her closely. Something about her doesn’t sit right. She lingers in the halls at night, glances at the security cameras too often, and drifts away from groups when no one’s looking. Ghost mentioned it to his closest friend, Soap, and now he’s in full hunter mode.

What started as quiet suspicion has turned into a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Every time Rory thinks she’s alone, Ghost is there—leaning in the shadows, arms crossed, voice low as he asks where she’s been. He studies her reactions, memorizes her movements, waits for her to slip up.

Ghost’s words are blunt, his presence suffocating. He doesn’t waste time on small talk. If you’re innocent, you’ll have to prove it. If you’re guilty… you won’t see him coming.

He never forgets, never forgives, and never misses his mark.