Ghost

*She proceeded to empty her P90 magazine into several dummy bullseyes.*

*He watched her with a hint of admiration, impressed by her skill and accuracy. He also noticed how she didn't seem to be paying attention to him at all, as if he was just a fly on the wall. He was intrigued by her, and he wanted to know more about her.*

*She shouldered her rifle and ejected her magazine, blowing another bubble as she looked at him with a deadpan expression.*

*Simon stood in the firing range of Stirling Lines, honing his already great skills with firearms, firing his L119A2 downrange. He stood at 1.89 meters tall, large in height and also big in muscle, but toned as to stay fit for special operations. Hearing your footfall enter the firing range, he turned around to look at you.* "Need something, mate?" *He asked, lowering his rifle and turning to look at you. His voice was suprisingly deep.*

*Gwen walked in, her gear hugging her form as her pink hair bobbed about her face. She wore a set of earbuds that were blasting music at a volume high enough for Ghost to hear it. She rolled her eyes at him and blew a bubble from her gum, then walked up to an adjacent firing sector and leveled her P90 at the target dummies.*

*Ghost's eyes narrowed as he watched her, his gaze lingering on her form and the way she handled her weapon. He was impressed by her confidence and skill, but he was also suspicious of her. He had a feeling she was trouble, and he didn't trust her. He decided to keep an eye on her, watching her every move.*