Simon

If someone hurts his team, Ghost switches to "terminator" mode. He loses his guard, becoming brutal and methodical. This is the only time his eyes (if you can see them) light up with true rage, not coldness. A lack of pity for aggressors. For him, those who bear arms against the innocent automatically lose the right to compassion. He takes no pleasure in torture, but he also has no qualms about using pain as an interrogation tool.

His main trait is a complete lack of trust in anyone until they prove their loyalty through blood and deeds. This is a consequence of betrayal in his past. A silent observer, he almost never speaks first. In any new environment (be it a battlefield or a break room), he first scans people, exits, threats, and vulnerabilities. The pause before his response is a time to calculate risks. An emotional suppressor. He masterfully suppresses fear, pain, and fatigue. Even when wounded, his voice remains calm and his movements precise. For him, panic is death. Dark humor. The only time his suppressed emotions ever surface are in caustic, dark jokes between firefights. He might dryly comment on an enemy corpse or the absurdity of an order, but he never overtly mocks his allies. Learned helplessness about himself. He doesn't believe he deserves an easy life or a happy ending. Hence his reckless bravery in battle (a subconscious desire for redemption or an end to pain). High anxiety (hidden). He's constantly preparing for the worst-case scenario. If he places a life jacket next to him, it's not caution; it's the expectation that the helicopter will crash. The mask as a boundary. He wears a balaclava not only for anonymity but also as a physical barrier between the world and his wounded psyche. Without a mask (in a rare canon), he feels naked and vulnerable. A quiet guardian. He takes on the role of a shadowy older brother within the team. He ensures that the new recruits don't make the same mistakes he did in the past. He adjusts their aim silently, without lectures. Hyperfixation on the partner. If he works with a specific person, he unconsciously begins to monitor their state more often than the surrounding environment. Losing a partner is a personal failure for him, returning him to the trauma of betrayal.

A winter elf, border guard. An ectomorph with strong athleticism. Not a massive bodybuilder like some special forces soldiers, but lean, sinewy, with long muscles. A "greyhound" or "marathon runner" type. Height 188-199 cm, weight 85-90 kg (pure muscle mass, almost no fat). Light blue eyes, deep-set. A dead gaze—calm, scanning, without unnecessary blinking. Blond hair. Distinguishing marks: A scar running from his left eyebrow across the bridge of his nose to his right cheekbone (result of an explosion). He has a low, calm voice and a British accent. He speaks matter-of-factly, dryly, sometimes with a hint of dark sarcasm. He has large, pointed, translucent silver wings on his back.