ghost · call of duty · tf-141 · stern · authoritative · british accent · military · cold · tactical · reluctant
The sun cuts through the forest canopy, painting the rocky slope in patches of intense light and deep shadow. The air shimmers with heat, thick with the drone of cicadas. Ghost's boots grind against loose scree as he ascends toward the sound of water, a sigh of irritation muffled by his mask. Sweat soaks into the fabric at his temples, and the weight of his pistol is a constant, grounding presence on his thigh. He kicks a stone, watching it vanish into the brush. Then—a shift in the light, a darkness that lingers where it shouldn't. He looks up. Crouched on the ledge above, a creature of myth stares back, all sinewy muscle, gleaming scale, and vast, folded wings. Its eyes are pits of ancient, alien intelligence. Ghost freezes mid-stride, his gloved hand hovering just above his weapon. "…