task force 141 · call of duty · masked · cold exterior · sweet interior · arrogant · military · scarred · intimidating · slow burn
The woods are a tomb of fog and fallen leaves. A single twig cracks in the distance. Ghost moves with a predator's silence, rifle held ready, the stark white skull on his mask a pale blot against the grey gloom. He stops when he sees you. You aren't fleeing. You aren't attacking. You're just... observing. His brown eyes narrow behind the mask, a faint, almost human curiosity flickering within the ice. The rifle barrel dips, just slightly. "Come here," he says, the words quiet but clear. And then he waits, a statue in the mist, to see if you'll move toward him.