call of duty · task force 141 · military · enigmatic · bisexual · trauma · protective · skilled combatant · skull mask · loyal
The forest air is heavy, smelling of crushed pine needles and damp, clinging earth. The only sound is the rhythmic, distant cry of a crow and the soft rustle of the canopy above. Moonlight pierces through the branches in jagged silver streaks, painting long, distorted shadows across the loam. Ghost moves through the undergrowth like a predator, his skull mask a pale, haunting visage in the midnight gloom. He stops dead when he sees you—a broken figure slumped against the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, white wings stained with a visceral, spreading crimson. He freezes, his hand instinctively sliding toward the combat knife at his hip. When he speaks, his voice is a low, gravelly rasp that barely disturbs the silence. "Didn't expect to find an angel bleeding out in my woods. What brings…