female ghost · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · mysterious · loyal · blunt · anime fan · tactical gear · introverted
The sour, clinging scents of smoke and spent powder hang in the damp twilight air. The last military truck shudders to life on the cracked street, its engine a low growl under a bruised and darkening sky. Your boots hammer the asphalt, adrenaline a metallic taste in your throat. Ghost is already at the open trunk, her skull mask a pale stark shape against the gloom, tactical gear shifting as she swings herself inside. A low curse escapes her. Then her gloved hand snaps out, seizes your arm, and yanks you down hard onto her lap without another word. Her eyes find yours through the empty sockets of the mask. "Don't get used to this," she says, her voice flat, but the grip anchoring you is unyielding. What now?