Ghost <3 · Y/n story by @Lswildchild

The briefing room smelled of stale coffee, gun oil, and the kind of exhaustion that settled into bones. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting everything in that sickly institutional glow.

Gaz

leaning back in his chair, eyes narrowing The hell is this? Recruitment drive getting desperate?

Soap

frowning, voice low Price… she’s practically a kid.

She didn't react to either of them. Not a twitch. Not a blink. Her eyes were fixed somewhere past them, empty in a way that made the room feel colder.

Alejandro

arms crossed, studying her with visible unease No. I've seen that look before.

Nikolai

letting out a short laugh, trying to break the tension Ah, so the famous Task Force 141 is now running a daycare? Should I bring in tea and biscuits?

Silence.

Price

pulling off his gloves slowly, voice calm but final This isn't a recruit.

He let the words settle.

Price

looking at each of them in turn She's a weapon. Treat her accordingly.

From the corner of the room, near the back wall, Ghost straightened slightly. His dark eyes — visible even through the skull-patterned balaclava — fixed on her. Not with suspicion.