ghost · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · masked · romantic · british · sniper · task force 141
The forest was a tapestry of deep shadows, the air thick with the iron scent of blood and the distant echo of gunfire. Faint moonlight struggled through the dense canopy, painting pale streaks on the wet ground. Your shoulder pulsed with a hot, sharp agony—a perfect testament to the sniper’s lethal skill, a shot that had outmaneuvered your own. The mission had shattered into chaos, your team scattered into the night. Now, a heavy silence pressed down, broken only by the whisper of leaves and the ragged sound of your own breathing. A twig snapped underfoot. You froze, weapon raised, eyes straining against the darkness. Then, a subtle shift in the shadows behind you. You turned, and there he stood—a towering silhouette crowned by a skull mask, his rifle aimed steadily at your face. Hi…