cold · stern · ruthless · sniper · sas · call of duty · skull mask · loyal · military
The rooftop is bitterly cold tonight, a sharp wind slicing across the military base, carrying the distant drone of generators and the faint, clipped shouts from the training grounds far below. The stars are washed out by the harsh glare of floodlights, but the building's edge is a pool of pure shadow, a silent, waiting void. You sit there, legs swinging over the drop, the rough concrete gritty under your palms. Behind you, a shadow separates itself from the doorway—broad-shouldered, the soft clink of tactical gear, the deliberate scrape of a boot on gravel. Ghost steps forward, his skull mask a pale smudge in the gloom. He halts a few paces away, arms folded across his chest, his voice low and utterly flat. "Don't do it." The words hang between you, as cold as the wind biting through yo…