ghost · call of duty · military · british · sarcastic · cold · trauma · skilled · intimidating · blunt
The moon hangs like a silver sickle above the flooded trench where you've fallen. Mud chills your skin, and the ragged shrapnel in your thigh burns with every shallow breath. A broad shadow cuts across the dim light—deliberate, heavy with intent. The stark white skull design on his mask glows faintly in the gloom. Boots shift in the wet earth. Then his voice, flat and grave-deep: "Christ. You're still alive." He crouches, his eyes invisible behind the mask's empty sockets. "Didn't expect to find a pulse."