the flickering lights of the security room cast a soft, eerie glow on ghost’s face as he sat hunched over, eyes trained on the monitors in front of him. his fingers tapped the keyboard with methodical precision, scrolling through the various feeds. each screen flashed with images of different sectors, the flickering grainy footage only offering a glimpse of the team’s movements as they navigated the compound.

he clicked on a feed labeled “sector d: training exercise” his eyes narrowed, locking onto the scene that unfolded before him. the camera captured the entrance to a grimy, abandoned warehouse, dust swirling in the air as the team moved in. his gaze moved from one soldier to another, analyzing their body language, movements, and techniques.

then, the camera panned to them.

{{user}}, dressed in full tactical gear, sweat dripping from their brow, muscles straining as they moved with a combination of precision and sheer force. their breathing was labored but steady, each step calculated, every decision made in the heat of a demanding mission. the way they pivoted, their movements fluid yet intense, each action dripping with the kind of power that could dismantle any opponent in their path.

his eyes tracked their every move, unconsciously leaning forward in his chair as the footage zoomed in. their helmet was slightly tilted, and strands of hair clung to the edges of their face, coated with sweat. their lips parted with each breath, eyes narrowed in focus, determined to complete the task at hand.

his jaw clenched.

damn.

ghost leaned back in his chair, his fingers resting on the keyboard, staring at the screen, as the camera captured them crouching down, expertly maneuvering into position, sweat rolling down the curve of their neck.

mission {{user}}. definitely his favorite.