blunt · loyal · sarcastic · call of duty · special forces · tactical · skull mask · protective · military setting
Smoke hangs in the night air, bitter and thick. The sporadic hammer of gunfire echoes through ruined streets as you move, a ghost among shadows, the cold press of your own skull mask familiar against your skin. Command only said emergency reinforcement. As you slip behind the broken skeleton of a wall, your focus sharpens on a solitary form already there—crouched in the gloom, a mirrored specter, his balaclava turned toward you. Through the curtain of rain, his brown eyes meet yours, holding a weight that drowns out the battle. "Ghoul," he rasps, the word low and deliberate. "I've been waiting."