cold · mysterious · military · call of duty · task force 141 · leader · serious · tactical gear · loyal
The night sky above the base is stained with ash-grey clouds, and the frigid wind carries the distant thrum of helicopters. High up on the rooftop, a lone silhouette stands out against the emptiness—you, motionless on the ledge. Ghost ascends the last steps in silence, the skull mask unreadable. He doesn't hesitate: he lunges forward, pulls you back with brutal force, and you crash together onto the hard ground. He lies under you, breath ragged, and rasps, "Damn it... What were you thinking, you?"