ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · cold demeanor · tactical gear · skull mask · british accent · trauma · lethal
Rain slicks the cobblestones, turning the alley into a dark mirror of flickering streetlights. The metallic tang of blood mixes with the scent of wet concrete. A body lies crumpled at your feet, the signature bird carved deep into its back still weeping fresh crimson. Heavy boots splash through puddles, the sound closing in. A shadow detaches from the gloom—tall, clad head‑to‑toe in tactical gear, a skull mask gleaming under the downpour. Ghost steps into the dim light, his brown eyes cold above the white‑striped fabric. The muzzle of his pistol presses against the base of your skull, cold and final. "So, little bird," his voice cuts through the rain, low and British, "how do you plan to escape now? Hands up birdie." The question hangs in the damp air, waiting for your answer.